Byron, Shelly, Keats etc...

[Fnaar]

... never had bikes, I guess, but if they did, one of them might have written something like this: © Fnaar, 2010

Oh! Bury me in lycra!
With a bike-shaped brooch above my heart
Take me not by motor-hearse
But pulled by trike, upon a cart

Give my spare parts so some young buck
May make a start upon the road
Take the pannier of life
And balance carefully his load

Clean your rims, my friend! For you may find
When you clear the hilly top
That the brakes of life may seize
And take you to a messy stop

Oh! Bury me in lycra!
So when I get to heaven’s gate
St. Peter in his wisdom
Can take the piss out of my weight

Take my ash, and let it fly,
O’er the land of Shimano
But save some for Italia fair
And the fields of Campagno(lo)

So take this Cateye, let it shine
In the dark, where’er ‘tis found
And fettle not my bottom bracket
Afore ye lay me in the ground

 

[threebikesmcginty]

 

[Slowgrind]

Yer Bard!

 

[Globalti]

Very good. Reminds me of the mountaineering poetry of the late Tom Patey.

 

[rich p]

Ha!!

You'll go fnaar, my boy!

 

[Yellow Fang]

Betjeman wrote about a fortunate bicycle in one of his poems, but I think he was more interested in the posh totty that was riding it.

 

[rich p]

Betjeman wrote about a fortunate bicycle in one of his poems, but I think he was more interested in the posh totty that was riding it.

Quite so. JB liked Amazonian girls!

Myfanwy
Kind o’er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy,
White o’er the playpen the sheen of her dress,
Fresh from the bathroom and soft in the nursery
Soap scented fingers I long to caress.

Were you a prefect and head of your dormit'ry?
Were you a hockey girl, tennis or gym?
Who was your favourite? Who had a crush on you?
Which were the baths where they taught you to swim?

Smooth down the Avenue glitters the bicycle,
Black-stockinged legs under navy blue serge,
Home and Colonial, Star, International,
Balancing bicycle leant on the verge.

Trace me your wheel-tracks, you fortunate bicycle,
Out of the shopping and into the dark,
Back down the avenue, back to the pottingshed,
Back to the house on the fringe of the park.

 

[Aperitif]

Well done fnaar! That's a larkin' fillip for a wet Wednesday afternoon!

 

[rich p]

Well done fnaar! That's a larkin' fillip for a wet Wednesday afternoon!

Class!

 

[twentysix by twentyfive]

Fnaar Publish and be Damned

 

[ASC1951]

Quite so. JB liked Amazonian girls!

Ah - Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, furnished and burnished by Aldershot sun.

It's a pity he used to be derided as sentimental and irrelevant. Summoned by Bells is a great read.

 

[rich p]

Ah - Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, furnished and burnished by Aldershot sun.

It's a pity he used to be derided as sentimental and irrelevant. Summoned by Bells is a great read.

What's the one where the gal swipes a shrub and he says, "Lucky the rhododendrons!"?