I suppose that just leaves the train Jostling and jabbering does my brain But at least there’s space And we're not in a race So I’m just letting it take the strain
I wonder what Friday the 13th will bring Some will be sobbing and others will sing Out right win or close result? Settled now or more tumult Give me a little hope on which I can cling
Must be mad but I'm off to the sales It's pouring outside and forecast gales Waterproofs I'll need On the bike for speed, I hope there's bargains to be had in Wales.
Or shall I cycle down to Land`s End? I don`t think I could manage those bends With the wind behind me And a brace for my knee I can take whtever the weather sends.
Complete with my cream cable knitted hat And a scarf that's entwined me like a cat I shall whizz down those slopes When I reach the bottom, I'll need ropes