No platform here, no dissonant thought This seat of learning is much sought For our safe haven has banished fear Speech codes and policies make it clear Our scholars halos must always shine Deviance reported via our bias line.
We have trigger warnings just in case There’s any risk we’ll fall from grace Preaching our diversity and equality We are proud masters of this polity So we signal virtue in much excess Doing nothing to cause you stress.
Consumer of deeper learning be content No controversy here, no rage to vent Our single glorious free speech zone Means wilder kites can still be flown But rest assured more fragile flowers No storms now blow in Ivory Towers.
Elite racing cyclists we do admire So we must use their size of tyre But from this thinking we should cease Because rolling resistance it does increase.
Such an idea may fly like an arrow Towards our beloved tyres so narrow But listen here and then pay heed Fatter tyres can mean higher speed.
True performance athletes are one thing For them air resistance is the sting But with a speed average below 20 miles Other physics should cause some smiles.
A narrow tyre does deform Further away from its circular norm And that can energy absorb Because the wheel is now a lesser orb.
Also too high a pressure on a normal road Simply increases your cycling load Because over irregularities you then bounce Potential traction energy absorbed by the ounce.
It also worth considering at this juncture That fatter tyres resist that puncture Because they suffer less from pinches Thanks to that smaller fraction of inches.
Fat also makes a better ride Over surfaces which you just can’t glide And the contact patch gives you greater grip To escape those gotchas on which you’d slip.
If genuine time or track athlete you may be Then continue narrow with certainty But for everyone else don’t emulate Because fatter is a better state.
So seven hundred by twenty three Probably won’t help most climb the tree If as an endurance road cyclist you do thrive Opt for at least seven hundred by twenty five.
Now in any space or event
Big Brother can watch you vent
Whether you’re inside, or outdoor
There’s no hiding place any more
Meteor strike or plane crash
All now captured from the dash
And if you cause some offence
Big Brother has the evidence
A fleeting moment of no constraint
But a lifetime to feel the taint
Your unwilling spot as YouTube star
Shows the world you went too far
The virtual mob smelt the blood
A comment trickle became a flood
A social position once enjoyed
Social media forever destroyed
Ninety Eighty Four has passed
Dystopian fiction it was classed
Big Brother defined what was true
Now Big Brother, is me and you.
