It is 3CR radiothon tomorrow, so listen in to the Yarra BUG (or on www.yarrabug.org/radio) and they might even play some of these dear little BIKE POEMS, which are clearly everyone’s second or third favourite element of this blog!
These were the only poems about bikes where nobody got smashed up or killed or it didn’t go for FOREVER. I really have to reconsider my bike poetry and its general upbeated-ness or otherwise.
In every ride, for Ms Kate Lansell[audio:https://eleanorjjackson.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/in-every-ride-2.mp3|titles=In every ride 2]
Another I don’t speak, this one for the lycra heads[audio:https://eleanorjjackson.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/i-dont-speak-road-bike.mp3|titles=I don’t speak road bike]
Tweedy birds, capture the worm[audio:https://eleanorjjackson.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/invitation-to-a-tweed-run.mp3|titles=Invitation to a tweed run] https://eleanorjjackson.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/my-grandmothers-bike.mp3|titles=My grandmother’s bike]