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Sunday 09.30 ride
Ahoy me hearties
the captain fairs fine and is now reunited
with his long lost helmet, for it has been sighted
at 09.30 the crew will gather and set sail
the weather forecast is fine, no sight of hail
to the edge of the earth, for it is indeed flat
the captain wishes to go slowly and show off his hat
15 mph for 35 miles , I hear the peloton roar
Easy ! for going too hard is a terrible chore
so come to all who like cycling and civilisation
our cadence will hypnotise with rhythmic syncopation
........well for some of it
CP
the captain fairs fine and is now reunited
with his long lost helmet, for it has been sighted
at 09.30 the crew will gather and set sail
the weather forecast is fine, no sight of hail
to the edge of the earth, for it is indeed flat
the captain wishes to go slowly and show off his hat
15 mph for 35 miles , I hear the peloton roar
Easy ! for going too hard is a terrible chore
so come to all who like cycling and civilisation
our cadence will hypnotise with rhythmic syncopation
........well for some of it
CP
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cut throat jake has been deleted, for committing a crime
for he has not been adjusted, the forum just called time
bring back CTJ, I hear the wounded cry
the masses are revolting, no word of lie
So he sits all alone, marooned in West end
no sighting has he of foe or indeed friend
but the black pig proceeds at the pace of a snail
now is the time for slow cycling and drinking of the ale
Nick is in the kitchen, for build it he must
Kelly has a rolling pin, with his head she'll bust
and to the all others , part of the pigs usual crew
the "lost boys" are over the horizon , disappearing from view
Rupert has his cling film, FD has his rhymes
the pig is in new waters, part of different times
But what about the 22nd, what is that about ?
there is a little secret of which we can not shout
Ask on the 15th, what is the new password
numbers are required, before the event has occurred
So cry not dear pirates, upon the setting sun
once it reappears again we can have more fun
See you tomorrow
CP
But as for the FD, I've gone and hurt my lumbar
Just over a busted hand, riding in the pack
I overdid my return and knackered my poor back
Back on the ship's sick list, misery and woe
So many rides already missed and now it's lumbago
Hoping for recovery the trapped nerve to un-pinch
I feel as if I'm cursed by the Blue Men of the Minch*
In cockney terms I'm Moby Dick, just like the white whale
For now I'm taking comfort in rich food, grog and ale
Confined to my hammock, away from the ship's rigging
Fit again for Christmas time, if not for dance and jigging
The festive season is now close, lots of parties beckon
What do you have in mind, on the twenty second?
It's time for fun and friendship over Christmas tide
If my back heals, then I'll be there for that Sunday ride.
FD
*Folklore tells of a tribe of supernatural sea creatures called the Blue Men of the Minch, who used to inhabit the stretch of water known as the Minch, between Lewis, the Shiant Islands and Long Island.
They were humanoid in appearance with blue skin, kinned with mermen they would swim alongside ships passing the Sound of Shiant in an attempt to lure sailors into the water, and conjure storms to wreck ships. They lived in deep underwater caves in a clan system ruled over by a chief. Like many supernatural creatures they could be beaten with a cunning tongue, and by making sure you got the last word in a rhyme. Many a sea captain is said to have escaped sure disaster with the sharpness of his tongue, and his skill in riddles.
they attack the unsuspecting, they know who is who
the captain will do his best, to speak in tongues and riddles
but he been pre occupied, with his helmet he fiddles
FD has been captured, attacked him in the spine
his rhymes will be drown out, they were better than mine
CTJ has been incapacitated, something of a bummer
probably will not reappear, til the warmth of summer
Rupert with buy now bikes, Tony on the high seas
keep close me hearties, they are snapping around your knees
But the pig is a safe place, for pirates are always hearty
and to be sure , they always like a party
so get well soon FD, whilst at the bottom of the sea
we will set sail tomorrow and what will be will be
CP
Sitting here with Davy Jones, down amongst the fishes
Lying prone on my back, let the muscles slacken
Being fussed by my poor wife, aka the Kraken
Dying to be on my bike, going for a ride
Instead of being flotsam, washed up by the tide
The Blue Men got me, pulled me from the deck
Now no longer shipshape, more a broken wreck
Cursed by the mermen, rotten scurvy knaves
Dutchy's gone AWOL, down below the waves
But we pirates are hardy folk, never giving in
Helped by medicinal rum, wine, tonic and gin
The Flying Dutchman will be back, stronger than ever
With the crew of the Black Pig, whatever the weather
A hearty bunch of pirates, friendships never fake,
Pugwash, Big Nick, Bullet Tony and of course Jake
The Blue Men will be cast aside, bodies cast asunder
When the Cap'n's voice roars CHANGE! ringing out like thunder!
FD
a shadow will be cast , your soul she will blacken
so purge your sins and get that kitchen finished
do a great job, or your manhood will be diminished
the sirens sing, the blue men curse
beware me hearties, they bring a hearse
but worry not, redemption as at hand
the pirates crew is a merry band
so forget the chores, although they beckon
they will still be there, on our return I reckon
life is for living, not finishing the jobs
not for the hoovering and cleaning the hobs
if your are Anne Bonny you are also invited
it is often the case a lady is sighted
the pirates set sail at 09.30
do come alone unless you are hurty
CP
into the wind , no mutiny from mouth
Pete was content to tell stories of old
when the captian used cunning and stole all the gold
But into the hills , captain was the lantern rouge
the peloton went forth , the deficit was huge
then to the sprint , jane lead with some flair
Andre did great work, glory was in the air
Pete lined up the train, a perfect position
not again he cried, a serious disposition
He timing was great, he had the line in sight
with sinew and muscle, he give it all his might
It can not happen, not this time my friend
but the captains cunning has no boundries or end
As Captian crossed the line , it was deja vu
Pete shook his head, must be time for a brew
So the legend lives on, of the one that got away
I am sure Pete will overcome the treachery one day.
See you next week
CP
Upon my return i was feeling quite bold
I left the pack with astonishing speed
The prize of the win to fulfil my greed
But being in front is a lonely place
and devoid of the sight of the captains face
I thought of his treachery, cunning and zeal
of a knife in my back or a stick in my wheel
of sudden bad luck or of mechanical failure
that often accompanies this twisted sailor
Then from corner of my eye the captain did appear
with his bloodshot eyes and his treacherous sneer
thinking of mutiny and the tears that would flow
i slowed a little and let the cunning devil go
Now the captains no happier that in port with his gold
with a flagon of ale and a good woman im told
My time will come when he teaches me his dark craft
of stealing the prize from the strong and the daft
See you next week
PP
when you deal with the devil, you have to pay
because a stick in the wheel is the least of it
lest you become banished to a fiery pit
they say it is lonely, as captain at the wheel
there are always pretenders snapping at your heel
So thanks for the gift, at this Christmas time
I will raise a flagon ,to go with this rhyme
the lady in port , is a good women indeed
she only likes pirates with a winning stead
But a pirates spirit should never be lost
even when second past the winning post
so welcome back Pete to the pirate crew
please do not take offence at the rear view
Green jersey for 2013 is the captains, yes settled
save yourself for 2014 , conserve your fettle
lets call a truce for this winter time
Spring is the start of crossing the line
Good luck
CP
Sunday's rhyming pirates are steadily rising
It's good to read of another cycling poet
There's others out there, they just don't show it
We're here for fun, laughter and jokes
Rather than talk of double butted spokes
Welcoming all who love to ride
Come along, we've nothing to hide
The Sunday rides go past at a canter
Our friendship extends to plenty of banter
Just beware of the Cap'n and his crocodile smile
He's out for the win in the last golden mile
Although you may think you've got his measure
There's nothing to deny him, once he's sniffed treasure
So make sure to observe the order of rank
Mutineers will be forced to walk the plank
Come and join the Ashwell pirates for fun
Have a laugh with the crew on our Sunday club run.
FD
Look forward to it.
Rupert