Bikes, Yikes
What's with you all guys in
your spandex on spokes,
bearing down like demons
on us poor ambulating folks?
It won't be so funny,
surely no little joke,
if you crash into us
we'll (both) look like
broken egg-yolks
So, try to have courtesy
at least, show some respect
cause when you're
travelling that fast,
who knows what to expect
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