I sail my bicycle on through a storm
While I sail my bicycle on through a storm My knuckles are seizing and crack in the cold But I smile as the helmsman which keeps me warm As the rudder, my handlebars, glow like gold.
Poems
Poems
Dedicated to the winter cyclists
Winter cyclists need to have a master plan Pedalling round with no feeling in their cheeks As the freezing fog enfolds the traffic jam Surrounding motorists will think “What a freak!”