Introduction

My first serious attempt at funny writing, this poem draws on a real-life experience from way back. My third ever poem, I'd love to know what you think.......

The Cyclist

Look right,
Moving traffic, but the road is clear.
Look left,
Two cars coming, I'll just wait here.
Look right again,
It's more interesting this way,
There's the roundabout traffic
And the kids out at play.

Roll onto the pavement
Out nearer the road,
Bugger the pedestrians
And their Green Cross Code.
I need to get home soon
To unpack this shopping,
Feed the cat, wash my hair
I've no time for stopping.

There's the shop on the corner,
The hotel beyond.
I'm lost in a dreamworld,
My intentions are gone.
The ice cream is melting,
My beer's getting warm,
As I sit here just waiting
To make my way home

Then suddenly somewhere
A bang and a scratch.
Still looking around
But no sign of a crash.
I don't know what happened,
Must focus my gaze,
I'm sure I heard something,
But I'm still in a daze

Look right,
I could move now, the traffic has gone.
Look left,
There's a face at the door looking squashed and forlorn.
Look right again
Hang on, what was that?
Back there, to the left,
Man - he looks a twat!

The cyclist had ridden
Straight into my car.
I knew it was rude to
But I laughed so hard,
That I almost forgot
To ask how he was.
He looked funny, distorted
Face squished on the glass.

Wish I had a passenger,
Wish there was a witness.
As I tried to help him to his feet,
(Whilst stifling the giggles!)
I asked, "are you alright, mate?"
He stumbled towards the grass.
He said, "well, I'm not injured,
But I don't half feel an ass!"

I'd forgotten the urgency
Of where I was going,
But I'll take away with me
Experience, knowing
I'd crashed without moving!
My advice: (though I laugh)
If you've gotta ride a pushbike,
Don't do it on the path!

Copyright; Daisy
Email: daisy_chain84@hotmail.com