Neil Rathbone
I rode a bike for over a week,
My knackered old knees began to squeek!
I gave my supports the occasional tweek,
Comfort with protection I aimed to seek!
There was dust and mud followed by bloody great ruts,
Slippery tracks past little mud huts,
We all fell off (Some more than others!) and bruised our butts,
But showed beyond …doubt we all had guts!
With Daryl at the bow and Martin at the stern,
It soon became clear we had lots to learn,
If not for “Wilson” we’d have missed our turn,
But to do it again is what I yern.
A tiny wee tick found somewhere new,
He jumped on my back and had bit of a chew,
It made me quite poorly and gave me “tick flu”,
I was given some tablets called TTFU!
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