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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
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