I’ve been on a bike, my first time in years
I bought it from a lady in Stockport
I rode it all the way home from her house
Up and down the A6, starting to sweat
So in a quiet side road doorway I stopped
Changed out of my jeans, put them in my bag
And replaced them quite quickly with my shorts
Carrying on homewards, starting to flag
Slightly, the knees straining a bit, the drag
Up each hill taking its toll. Could I force
The bike into my car was my main thought
So I can drive it towards hills and crags
But I’ve knocked something. It rattles. My fears
Of machinery are once more borne out
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