Save us from this tiresome rhyme Short and sweet will suit us fine. The capn rarely rhymes or scans The metres off piratic fans Ride your bikes then tell us all Even if you take a fall Cyclings all about the bike Thats what all on here would like
Many thanks to all for a good ride and also to James for both the route and coffee! Buy Now bike now all clean and back in its bag. The cling film works very well. See you all next time, Rupert.
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Our Cap'n's not been on the toot
So come with us and have a bash
Be like him, stay off the lash
We have a laugh, so never fear
As long as you keep off the beer
No need to moan or even whine
Just stay sober, leave the wine
Meet Sunday morn, 9.30 ish
Saturday night, don't get er, drunk.
I was thinking of another rhyme
But now it's late, don't have the time.
So use the words set out below
Don't be shy, have a go.
Chain.... lane.....gain....rain
Pain...feign...wane...sane?
FD
it must not come off while down the lane
with care and attention I will of course gain
I will not be stuck fixing it in the rain
with the pirates we laugh and try to avoid pain
unless near the sprint when you have to feign
you wait until the lead out train starts to wane
then will come GLORY, are we really all sane ?
CP
I will bring a 'Buy Now' bike and cling film if I can.
Rupert
He kept it clean and not..er, pretty?!
Is there another pirate poet
One of the crew, they just don't know it
How about elusive Cut Throat Jake
From the Mary Celeste, not seen of late
No longer out on our Sunday runs
Usually full of banter, laughs and puns
Some say that he was quite the joker
Before his saddle felt like a poker
Or maybe armchair loving Nick
Tony the Bullet, or crewmate, Vic?
There must be others who ride with Ashwell
Pen your efforts, don't be bashful
We'll ride on Sunday, come what may
But only the Cap'n knows the way
Where will the Pig sail tomorrow
Happy flat lands or hills of sorrow?
FD
I am poised, and down the hill
Dart, with heedful mind
The air goes by in a wind.
Swifter and yet more swift,
Till the heart with a mighty lift
Makes the lungs laugh, the throat cry:-
Oh bird, see; see, bird, I fly!
Is this, is this your joy?
O bird, then I, though a boy,
For a golden moment share
your feathery life in the air!
Say heart, is there aught like this
In a world that is full of bliss?
Tis more than skating, bound,
Steel-shod to the level ground.
Speed slackens now, I float
Awhile in my airy boat;
Till, when the wheels are scarce crawl,
My feet to the treadles fall.
Alas, that the longest hill
Must end in a vale; but still,
Who climbs with toil, wheresoer,
Shall find wings waiting there.
hills !!
CP
We don't copy the poet, Henry Beeching
I'm not seeking thrills and spills
By slogging up those loathsome hills
Last time up the hill near Sandon
My thoughts had turned towards abandon
My shoulders heaved, lungs out of puff
The crew rode off, I'd had enough
Eyeballs bulged, legs like lead
'Up and up', the Cap'n said
At the back the Dutchman flailed
On and on the Black Pig sailed
There be monsters in Eastern climbs
Far too much for the Dutchman's limbs
So which way is the Pig heading?
Hills south or east, both I'm dreading
If south, to prevent my ditching
I might join the Pig from Hitchin!
FD
the captain's rhythms where not done alone
the play on birds and hills captured my heart
the captain's becoming a silly old fart
as for the hills, I think you protest too much
the man on the front was speaking dutch !
so South east we set sail, I regret avoiding hitchin
for a few steady climbs the crew are a itchin
so come on Dutchman, me old mucker
get on with it , you form is now pucker
CP
Involved a little copyright crime
His lines appeared an inspiration
Not subject to incrimination
But we respect the Cap'n's word
Not criticise, give him the bird
So he leads the crew south east
Upon some steady hills to feast
That's not to the Dutchman's taste
To bust a gut, to be laid waste
This year I climbed Ventoux like my heroes
2 hours of pain, at 100 kilos
Box and Leith Hill were no frights
Compared with le Geant's heights
But 3 months off with broken arm
Did the Dutchman's form untold harm
What exact route are you taking?
I'll join from Hitchin, I'm not faking
Is it Rushden, Walkern then Benington way
Let me know, Cap'n, please do say
I'm still under doctor's orders
Not to go mad around our borders
Ideally a ride of recuperation
Preferred to total obliteration
FD
Short and sweet will suit us fine.
The capn rarely rhymes or scans
The metres off piratic fans
Ride your bikes then tell us all
Even if you take a fall
Cyclings all about the bike
Thats what all on here would like
Then look away, it's not a crime
The prose is all about the bike
Look again, what's not to like?
Our rhyming's fun, describes our ride
The pirates have nothing to hide
We'll be out on every Sunday
At 9.30, for a fun day
What happened to the 9 o'clocks?
They've disappeared, confined to docks
There's plenty else upon the forum
To keep folks from the pirate quorum
We're friends to all, with open arms
We welcome riders, we've got no qualms
I'm off to bed, to get some rest
To be fresh for tomorrow's test.
FD
the 3 B's ride made us climb
but still we arrived back spot on time
a little test it was indeed
the Captain discovered he goes to seed
infact one wig said its really 5 B.'s
a hilly ride and Back to Boyle's
so join on a Sunday at 09.30
we all laugh and ignore the shirty
alas a different silver helmet I have gained
please return mine for it is pained
see you all in 2 weeks time
on the high seas with an Ashwellian rythme
CP
10 out for lumpy route, 39 miles, 15.0mph. Dry conditions, slight NW wind.
Them's the ride stats.
No rhyme (this time!)
FD
one of you has my silver helmet - I have yours
Can you return it please
Cheers
James
........steady
Though on 2nd thoughts, if James doesn't get his back soon, there might be a spot of plank-walking on Sunday