I like the title of this blog, so I shall keep it.
But...
The poems have dried up.
I no longer am assaulted
by rubbish papers.
It's better this way.
I bought a bike.
And suggest you do as well.
I save over 1000 pounds a year,
'am fitter and feel better.
I don't miss the cattle-like
conditions of the tube.
The hot, standing heat.
The smells of others' lives
rubbed against my own.
A journey that once took
an hour, I can cycle in 14 minutes.
Do I miss reading of Kate Moss'
exploits or seeing pictures
of Amy Winehouse looking a mess?
Well...life goes on without them.
I did see a gem, though...in a 'London Lite'
that found its way into my living room.
Seems like in the future we'll have:
"Bomb-Proof
Super Bins
That Will Tell You
The News"
It's very difficult to top that.
Thanks and 'see ya.'
I wanted to post a picture of myself
on my bike...outside our house.
However nature has made
each day a wet or a dark one.
See you soon, with another idea.
'Hope it's a bloody good one.
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