Getting along in a fancy ride
All I could do was hide,
Going slower than faster sorts.
And we all wore biking shorts.
My thoughts were to keep the pace
But butts and butts were in my face.
This was they say fun and pleasant.
All bar to crank and freeing it wasn’t.
Groups of two seem best for me,
Not bunches nor gangs, and maybe
A pace line I can endure.
The speed and adrenalin sure.
But squiggly riders, ready to stop
Chatty and smelling all candy shop
Not for me, I’ll take the breeze
And pedal next to you with ease.
In the end our legs match in power,
But then who cares its time to shower.
So now you know I will tell
And say yes to queries it was swell.
So ask me again I won’t tire
Of joining y’all in such skimpy attire.