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                                                   The Bikers' Lament (winter is on its' way)

                                                   (to the tune of Don MacLeans' Starry, Starry Night )

                                                  

                                                   Slimey slimey roads 
                                                   painted white with lines and blobs
                                                   strewn with leaves and street debris
                                                   where loose chippings and potholes abound.
                                                   Speed humps are a pain
                                                   let’s not forget the diesel spills
                                                   traffic islands all around
                                                   & winter brings the icy topping too.


                                                   Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
                                                   How you suffered for your sanity,
                                                   how you tried to keep your grip
                                                   there is no traction, there never has been
                                                   was it just a dream?

     

                                                   Slimey, slimey roads
                                                   Mile long chevrons and red bus stops
                                                   Congestion “C’s” on Londons’ streets
                                                   waiting on the chance to have us off.
                                                   Seasons changing now, danger lurks on every bend
                                                   winter clothing is back in vogue
                                                   the days darken with every passing hour.

     

                                                   Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
                                                   How you suffered for your sanity,
                                                   how you tried to keep your grip
                                                   there is no traction, there never has been
                                                   I guess it’s just a dream….

                                                  

     

     

     

     

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    Revised: 07 Jul 2012 11:45:22 .