Shut Up Legs
Down Under Member
I just spent a very enjoyable 90 minutes or so outside, raking and sweeping Autumn leaves. It's very colourful out here today. I went from this a week ago:
... to this, today:
.. and then this:
Working out in the garden gives you time to think, and I had a rather whimsical thought: what if motorists were plants? So on that bizarre note, I'll leave you with my
Ode to Autumn Bicyclists.
If cars were Autumn leaves, and from motorists' limbs did fall
Such a boon for Autumn Bicyclists, as they ride their steeds betwixt
The cracked-egg shells of scattered cars, that leave a funeral pall
On dire road rage and social war, in this leaf-lost season fixed.
Phew!
That just about exhausted my meagre poetic skills, I think. Time for some lunch...
... to this, today:
.. and then this:
Working out in the garden gives you time to think, and I had a rather whimsical thought: what if motorists were plants? So on that bizarre note, I'll leave you with my
Ode to Autumn Bicyclists.
If cars were Autumn leaves, and from motorists' limbs did fall
Such a boon for Autumn Bicyclists, as they ride their steeds betwixt
The cracked-egg shells of scattered cars, that leave a funeral pall
On dire road rage and social war, in this leaf-lost season fixed.
Phew!
