MORE CYCLISTS

 

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