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Two-wheeled Tootles with Chums in and around London
Warning: Artistic licence at work, though largely true stories (click on an image for full text, and scroll if need be). Not exclusively cartoons.
BoS March 2024
BoS March 2024
Mince Prize
I love a mince pie at Christmas,
Spicy, fruity and sweet.
Except I forgot my glasses,
And bought some filled with meat.
Raw minced chicken to be precise,
But I was blissfully unaware.
Adding to a pool of festive snacks,
On our bike trip for all to share.
Near Sloane Square we found a bench,
Clamped our bikes not far from it.
Eagerly anticipating tasty bites,
Not an urge to vomit.
Last to dismount I bore witness,
To the grim events that followed.
Disgorging of pies hither and thither,
Not a single one was swallowed.
To better understand I took a quick bite,
And faster still (bleargh) reversed that folly.
Buyer beware, (if needed wear specs),
If you don't want to be a wally.
Were trophies given for foody cock-ups,
With a category for pies.
Reckon I’d be in with half a chance,
Of podium for The Mince Prize.
BoS December 2022
I love a mince pie at Christmas,
Spicy, fruity and sweet.
Except I forgot my glasses,
And bought some filled with meat.
Raw minced chicken to be precise,
But I was blissfully unaware.
Adding to a pool of festive snacks,
On our bike trip for all to share.
Near Sloane Square we found a bench,
Clamped our bikes not far from it.
Eagerly anticipating tasty bites,
Not an urge to vomit.
Last to dismount I bore witness,
To the grim events that followed.
Disgorging of pies hither and thither,
Not a single one was swallowed.
To better understand I took a quick bite,
And faster still (bleargh) reversed that folly.
Buyer beware, (if needed wear specs),
If you don't want to be a wally.
Were trophies given for foody cock-ups,
With a category for pies.
Reckon I’d be in with half a chance,
Of podium for The Mince Prize.
BoS December 2022
But Wait ... Third Rhyme Lucky
Thirty miles of road and cross country,
With light refreshments en route.
Fifteen miles in and the search begins,
For a venue with menu to suit.
Butties and a beer will fit the bill,
On that we speak with one voice.
Finding a village with three pubs,
We should be spoiled for choice.
But wait ...
Bitter's off,
At The Biker's Quaff.
And there's nothin' doin',
At The Biker's Ruin.
Enough wanting meddlers.
It's lunch at The Plucky Pedallers!
(Pub names fictional)
BoS October 2022
Thirty miles of road and cross country,
With light refreshments en route.
Fifteen miles in and the search begins,
For a venue with menu to suit.
Butties and a beer will fit the bill,
On that we speak with one voice.
Finding a village with three pubs,
We should be spoiled for choice.
But wait ...
Bitter's off,
At The Biker's Quaff.
And there's nothin' doin',
At The Biker's Ruin.
Enough wanting meddlers.
It's lunch at The Plucky Pedallers!
(Pub names fictional)
BoS October 2022
Fast Food
Emergency stop!
It's just a hunch.
A band of bikers,
Late for lunch.
BoS July 2021
Emergency stop!
It's just a hunch.
A band of bikers,
Late for lunch.
BoS July 2021
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