by Derek Morrison I have a new toy and it’s very very light It’s made of carbon fibre, and its lines are tight It has disc brakes and an electric gear Much better than the one I bought last year. It looks so good I don’t want to take it for a ride Messing up […]
by Derek Morrison You tell ‘your people’ to slow down He turned to see her wrinkled frown What ‘people’? He somewhat fazed You ‘people’ her face now blazed Her eyes had scanned his attire It was this that had set the fire His uniform was of the hated ‘others’ No individuals, just bands of brothers […]
by Derek Morrison Walking on the street you’re just another ageing girl or guy But when you put on the gear and goggles you can show them how to fly You can sure push those cranks up those endless hills And you can last all day … despite your many pills. It’s OK that there […]