Katy talks to me as she cycles home
She even texts me while she's on her bike
I think she's inside, but she's on the road
To or from work. Now that's a sight I'd like
To see for myself. Drivers must all take
A double look, firstly because it's her
Then secondly because the view was fake
Surely? That girl's not texting, sitting there
On that bicycle, is she? Oh, how queer!
(How quaint their language is!) And so this poem
Celebrates her great skill and art, to cyc-
le along like that. Also, she drinks beer
From the far side of the glass, from the foam
To the lees, and she can do that quite quick!
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