The Blasphemous Bicycler

My hometown is very remote
It’s a place that I try to promote
You can read of a caper
In the local newspaper
Concerning an unruly goat!

drive three hundred miles
to move four millimeters
I miss my baby

To reduce my abdominal mass
I Ride icy streets smooth as glass
With snow flakes in my eyes,
I depend on carbide
To make sure I don’t fall on my ass.

Today: 10.5 Miles
February: 41 miles
2007: 99 miles

bone I us dot com
lazy writing, boring tales
no fun anymore

from absurd inspiration
Erupts glorius Madness

Poetry henceforth!
some haiku renga today
limmericks to come

happy bicycle stories
recounted in silly verse

No more dreary posts
now inspired lunacy
alone on the page

A simple flowchart from wellingtongrey.net explains it all.

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