Your supple contour embraces my rear end
seemingly hard as stone, you relieve hour after hour
at first touch I feel the sting deep in my sit bones
but your gentle curves radiate peace and goodwill
"put your bike shorts away" you whisper in my rear
I will protect you with a neon showercap
no rain shall spoil our special bond
any complications are due to poor undergarment selection
you are sensible enough to dissuade my man panties
just because they're wool doesn't mean I should wear them.
Oh thank you Brooks saddle
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Smokey G, your poetry was worth an emphatic LOL. Those are awesome photos guys and also thanks for English-teacher-esque compare/contrast.
ReplyDeleteLamprizzle
The trip looks amazing! And yes your poetry also brought me to tears. The trails really are an assortment of surfaces so I'm sure you guys are getting in great shape. You will be tanned gods when you return making us all look white and pasty! Continue riding and taking great pictures. See you soon.
ReplyDeleteMatt and Holly
The pictures are amazing. It sounds like you are having a great time. Heather and I can't wait to hear what Scotland is like. We will live vicariously through you two while you are there. Keep on pedaling.
ReplyDeleteKris and Heather McClure-Coleman