"Ode To A Bikeride To The Library On A Rainy Day"
PostPosted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 8:11 am
"Ode To A Bikeride To The Library On A Rainy Day"
(Or, The Cyclists Poetic!)
As I sit astrod a quirky contraption,
A Dreary cloud falls over me.
But clouds are liers thus
for their every breath, it seems to me
is filled with excitement and with energy.
If sin is described as a darkness of color
upon this sinners road I gladly trod
For every curve of the earth seems to me, Splendid
Oh, the Green Greedy Grass
It feasts upon the makeshift ponds
and the great phantom lakes
appearing and dissapearing at random.
I grin at every puddle
and I am delighted by the stories they tell me.
And though when my skin is dry I shall itch
As long as this ride lasts...
I am the happiest of men."
(Or, The Cyclists Poetic!)
As I sit astrod a quirky contraption,
A Dreary cloud falls over me.
But clouds are liers thus
for their every breath, it seems to me
is filled with excitement and with energy.
If sin is described as a darkness of color
upon this sinners road I gladly trod
For every curve of the earth seems to me, Splendid
Oh, the Green Greedy Grass
It feasts upon the makeshift ponds
and the great phantom lakes
appearing and dissapearing at random.
I grin at every puddle
and I am delighted by the stories they tell me.
And though when my skin is dry I shall itch
As long as this ride lasts...
I am the happiest of men."