There was a young cyclist called Helen Whose maternal bosom was swellin' She'd break all your ribs If she caught you in bibs, So there is just no point in rebellin'
There was a young cyclist called Guy Whose recumbent was not very high He was tearing around With both feet off the ground But honking he dared not try
There was a young [insert noun here] called Smith Who tried to perpetuate myth That GATSOs are bad We all think he's mad So we flamed him and just took the pith.
There was a young cyclist called Myra Who bog snorkled pools of dry cider She wouldn't go near Big pools of beer 'Cos she hated the taste inside her
One more...
There was a young cyclist call Rich Who had a terrible itch He adjusted his bars To poke up his [censored] But he farted and went in a ditch.
There was a young cyclist called Helen Whose maternal bosom was swellin' She'd break all your ribs If she caught you in bibs, So there is just no point in rebellin'
Poet Laureate quality that is, quality ;-)
Cheers, helen s
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There was a young cyclist called Helen Whose maternal bosom was swellin' She'd break all your ribs If she caught you in bibs, So there is just no point in rebellin'
Poet Laureate quality that is, quality ;-)
Cheers, helen s
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There was a young cyclist called Helen Whose maternal bosom was swellin' She'd break all your ribs If she caught you in bibs, So there is just no point in rebellin'
Poet Laureate quality that is, quality ;-)
Cheers, helen s
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On Fri, 5 Dec 2003 18:27:24 +0000 (UTC), in <[email hidden]>, Richard Bates <[email hidden]> wrote:
There was a YOUNG man Sheldon Brown The best bike mechanic in town. He had a webpage Listing every spoke gauge And his beard in colo(u)r was brown.
There was a young man Danny Collyer On his unicycle he'd follow yer With juggling clubs... And ...[stuck again]
There was a young cyclist called Jake Whose bike didn't have a back brake He said you daft pixie I'm riding a fixie. An emergency stop I'll still make.
His brother, now he was called Jack And he only road on the track. He got out of breath If he didn't turn left So he couldn't ride there: Only back!
There once was a cyclist called Leah Who wore only reflective gear But she got hit one night Despite her front light And the [censored] said "Sorry, didn't see yer". -- Sig got lost during a reinstall
There was a young man Danny Collyer On his unicycle he'd follow yer With juggling clubs... And ...[stuck again]
And a penchant for pubs After a couple of beers he'd fly past yer
-- Danny Colyer (the UK company has been laughed out of my reply address) speedy5.freeserve.co.ukdannyOpen ↗ "He who dares not offend cannot be honest." - Thomas Paine
There was a young cyclist called Rich Who had the cycling itch 'til his seapost got nicked by someone who's [censored] he would liked to have kicked He thought "life's such a [censored]!"
There was a psycho named Bates Whose mother had her pet hates He ran a run down motel Not a charming hotel No relative of his urc namesakes!
On Fri, 5 Dec 2003 18:27:24 +0000 (UTC), in <[email hidden]>, Richard Bates <[email hidden]> wrote:
There was a YOUNG man Sheldon Brown The best bike mechanic in town. He had a webpage Listing every spoke gauge And his beard in colo(u)r was brown.
There was a young man Danny Collyer On his unicycle he'd follow yer With juggling clubs... And ...[stuck again]
I really like these limericks These crazy, rhyming gimericks They look easy to write But try some tonight And you'll find that the last lines are often impossible (Anon)
;; 'I think we should trust our president in every decision ;; that he makes and we should just support that' ;; Britney Spears of George W Bush, CNN 04:09:03
There was an old cyclist from Brum Who rode down the tow-path for fun They told him he oughta Keep clear of the water But this Brummie is awfully dumb.
And here's some weather stuff.
When riding to work in the rain I'm asked if it isn't a pain I say I can't get Much wetter than wet So please do not ask me again
I went for a ride in the sun Along with my number two son The weather was hot So as far as we got Was the pub where we popped in for one
The snow and the ice can be pretty As you cycle away from the city But remember you need To take care of your steed The gritters are out, what a pity.
There was a young fairy named helen who wrapped up some slabs and then fed'em to young passers by who in bib shorts she'd spy and wrote down her thoughts and then read 'em :-)
