Now; we tread; a different route,
as hometown’s now; Dutch roundabout,
for pedalling done; by sponsored sperm,
makes convenience, writhe and squirm,
rudeness comes; from them; hardhats,
creating day; of such hard facts,
“kings of the road”, they need to race,
upon ignored; pothole; surface,
“move!” They say, as they’re riding,
with true self, there’s no confiding;
coz’ this is home, and not playground,
their seething conduct, isn’t sound,
I know like me, they’re trying to smile,
in such sad times, designed; so vile,
but manners are so beautifully free,
hope they don’t crash, into a tree!
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- Comment from author about the poem: To brighten the mood from my last post, I thought I would share this one with you, which has, I hope, a little more to offer in terms of comedic value. Recently, we had our version of the “Tour de France” in the UK called the “Tour of Britain”. The 4th stage of the race, on the 6th of September finished very close to where I live, in fact, literally a couple of minutes’ walk away. Though it brought a fair bit of happiness, publicity and trade to Newark, it did stall the convenient everyday goings on, especially in terms of certain routes being closed for motorists, and me and fellow pedestrians, having to make way for the invading two-wheelers, who rode up and down certain pavements to “rehearse”. I was not alone in my negative opinion, but I suppose in general, it was nice to see the town smile for a little bit, even though it was somewhat hindered for the day. The accompanying picture is of the racers, racing past Castlegate in Newark. The big building in the background, is the old Ossington building, which was an old lodge, was a branch of Zizzi's, and is now a bistro-bar-coffee house and restaurant, which is the setting of some jazz gigs. The banner picture, is what it is, an apt adornment, though I feel that such warmth from the two figures featured, wasn't felt by the candidates at the time of the competition that pedalled through my hometown. I hope that you enjoy the poem, happy cycling if you do such a thing, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
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Excellent
Thanks for the read and as always; for your short and sweet comment Tony36, it is very much appreciated.
I hope that all is well.
You're welcome
Manners maketh man Ben, (He says hopefully).
Andy
Thanks for the read and for your agreeable and hopeful comment Andy, it is very appreciated, and as always, I really do hope that common decency will reign the day once more.
I hope that all is well.
I remember giro Italia passed through my local town here in Italy and it was so exciting and I was truly excited to see it. It's is a very serious sport and sometimes they do crash and fall, just like we all do. Great write 🌹
Thanks for the read and for your lovely comment as always Teddy.15, it is very much appreciated.
Oh cool! So we both have had the joys and somewhat displeasures of a major race coming into town. I have seen some "bike race live practicing" before, where; unfortunately, there have been some pileups. Though, I can imagine the pain they endured, I have to confess, I did laugh a little, due to their relentless "rude rushing without looking" conducts. However, I do agree with you, with our general clumsiness. All lines in life are not smoothly drawn.
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.
You're so nice, kind, and polite despite their obvious rudeness. No, me ain bicycle sits neglected, wishing I'd use it but I take the dratted motorcar. Lovely and eloquent tribute to the event which displaces inhabitants in the name of what, precisely? Beautifully rendered with a subtle poignancy and excellent details. Thank you so much for sharing. I do so hope you're feeling some better, my dear chap?
Thanks for the read, for favouriting this poem, and as always, your beautifully penned comments Cheeky Missy, they are very much appreciated.
I try to be as polite as I can, but of course, everyone, including myself, has their limit, and such VIP chaperoning on that day, grinded my gears, so to speak.
Like you I used to ride a bike, but I do not anymore, due to personal reasons, but maybe if I put the past behind me, I could get back on the saddle again, but of course, not wanting to turn into one of the rude ones, who refuse to stop for anyone! As you have said, truly in the name of what, precisely?
I do feel a little better thanks, but of course, good days and bad days, will come; hand in hand.
Thanks again for your kind words, and I hope that all is well.
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