Sir Bruin, the Felixstowe Docker
Is, at heart, a true wrinkly rocker.
He’s not out for a ride.
He’s stuck working inside.
Life, is most truly, a mocker.
On the bike is really his place.
Although, now, he is too old to race.
A right windswept chappie,
You can tell that he’s happy
By the number of bugs on his face
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11 hours ago
A good contribution to poetry month!
ReplyDeleteVery good!
ReplyDeleteI feel I should also reply in rhyme but I can't think of anything original. I was going to put that ode I wrote you last year, but it doesn't mention the bike so I'll have to go away and write another one.
Thanks for putting a smile on my face this morning!
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