.
He skates fast and
controlled, but he clips
Errant rock. . . makes
him wobble. . . he slips!
Oy! He’d had the lead
nicely,
But the group’s on thin
ice-ly –
How would you caption these
comic strips?
.
.
.
The short meet quickly came to impasse
As my ex- charged I only harass;
Though her bank accounts shrunk
‘Cause her earning skills stunk,
She did not like the term "working-class."
.
.
.
The few words
she spoke, both prim and tart,
Made it
clear we’re still miles, miles apart.
“You’re a
prick, don’t you see?
And I’m
sure you’ll agree
That your
suit is way, way off the chart.”
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.
.
It’s a
tour - there’s no need to compete;
Just
enjoy the bike – helm, gloves and cleat.
Long-ass ride
makes my bum
Start to
chafe, then go numb--
Trade
from shorts to my kilt with kick pleat.
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