Sunday, April 30, 2006

The Perils of a Biking Poet

Geared up by inspiration
I search in desperation
and find a crusty pen beside the road;
regardless how I coax
it’s dryer than my spokes
so I rocket home before my head explodes.


HL said...

Oh it is good to see a poem about a bicycle.

War is not the Anwser
Ride a Bicycle

I see your posts of
Keep up the good work.

rch said...

Hey hl,

Well thanks and sorry I missed this comment earlier. I really like your site! Cruise by often ;^)


Anonymous Poet said...

Yes. I hope that your head does not explode. That would not be pleasant . . . .