The Pedestrian's CurseA Poem by BluestockingFor everyone who gets the urge to make sudden erratic movements when being passed by cyclists on a recreational trail...
Silent bicycle
Noiselessly sneaking Up behind me Without even speaking A word of warning Or ringing a bell-- Now you've zipped past me, Go straight on to hell!
© 2010 Bluestocking |
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