Why do they cycle in the middle of the road,
Or hog the white line,
Go when the lights are red
And sometimes stop when they are green,
And steer with their knees
While their hands are doing something obscene?
Most don’t wear helmets
For when they land on their heads;
They constantly harass pedestrians
Slithering in and out like pavement Teds.
They don’t have bells
So you need eyes in your poll
And when you tell them get lost
Shout ‘I will in me hole!’
I think they should be banned, tarred and ‘departed’
And from their wheel-mobiles seriously parted