OK, it's time you were treated to my terrible poetry!!! Apologies for the bad language - I hope the filters will clean it up....
In case you can't work it out: Cummuter Cyclist
The Commutyclist
Awaken commutyclists, winter is done
Spring brings new life and with it the sun
So unlock the shed and dig out your bike
You know what to do, you know what you like
It’s time for work and the roads are a mess
But pedal power is what a commutyclist does best
Now you’re into the groove and summer is here
Coats and gloves can come off and it fills you with cheer
Oh summer I love with no care in the world
‘Cept the lorries and busses that love hugging the kerb
I laugh at commuters all stuck in their cars
I’m the commutyclist, you kiss my arse
Summer was great, but the autumn draws near
The mornings grow darker and the wet weather gear
Is brought out of the closet to sit by the door
In case it is needed when the weather is poor
But the commutyclist knows that it’s time for a rest
He clears up the shed and prepares his bike’s nest
Winter, oh dear, hibernation has started
The commutyclist and his bike are once again parted
So in to the garage and out with the Beamer
Screw the bike and air that was noticeably cleaner
I’m not doing this - it’s too bloody cold
Besides, I’m unfit and I’m getting too old
So the seasons have passed, the commutyclist’s year is done
He’s back in the car with a delighted bum
But you still see a few, the dedication undaunted
Any time of the year, the weather is taunted
They’re still on their bikes the poor bastards they are
Why don’t they just buy a cheap ****ing car!
In case you can't work it out: Cummuter Cyclist
The Commutyclist
Awaken commutyclists, winter is done
Spring brings new life and with it the sun
So unlock the shed and dig out your bike
You know what to do, you know what you like
It’s time for work and the roads are a mess
But pedal power is what a commutyclist does best
Now you’re into the groove and summer is here
Coats and gloves can come off and it fills you with cheer
Oh summer I love with no care in the world
‘Cept the lorries and busses that love hugging the kerb
I laugh at commuters all stuck in their cars
I’m the commutyclist, you kiss my arse
Summer was great, but the autumn draws near
The mornings grow darker and the wet weather gear
Is brought out of the closet to sit by the door
In case it is needed when the weather is poor
But the commutyclist knows that it’s time for a rest
He clears up the shed and prepares his bike’s nest
Winter, oh dear, hibernation has started
The commutyclist and his bike are once again parted
So in to the garage and out with the Beamer
Screw the bike and air that was noticeably cleaner
I’m not doing this - it’s too bloody cold
Besides, I’m unfit and I’m getting too old
So the seasons have passed, the commutyclist’s year is done
He’s back in the car with a delighted bum
But you still see a few, the dedication undaunted
Any time of the year, the weather is taunted
They’re still on their bikes the poor bastards they are
Why don’t they just buy a cheap ****ing car!