by Derek Morrison Driving at speed in your insulated box Feeling the pressure of time, your obsession with clocks Now who are these people who get in your way? It’s those lyrca-clad pedalers out for the day. Why do they wobble so, in and out? What are they pointing at, and why do they shout? They […]
by Derek Morrison Gods, they smiled As plans you told Group cycle ride Despite the cold. Out in countryside Rain like spear Bad day for puncture Mused he at rear. The assassin thorn Lay in silent wait Its pointed dagger Was someone’s fate. Heavens pouring down Prayers for release Coffee stop pending So pace increase. […]
by Derek Morrison Hi, it’s me; my name is Lance Former God of Tour de France I was once the one to beat No! No! I didn’t cheat I was once the media pet Not treated like a Soviet Now they sue for money back While I could still lead the pack My reputation to […]