They say: “It’s as easy as falling off a bike!” That’s true. Getting on in the first place; that’s the hard part!
[Music] welcome to medum rare poetry my name’s Phil Minong and I pride myself on being an athlete sorry today’s poem is about when I purchased a new bicycle not having ridden one for many years and this describes my first attempt and maybe some of you out there in non super athlete land will be able to relate to this I hope you like on your bike on your bike by Phil Mong riding along On My treadley an interesting kind of a medley the ultimate goal was to free up my soul but the traffic could make this quite deadly I bought the official attire skin tight showing off my spare tire it squeezed on so tight the result was a fright like a risto dropped into the fire I mounted the bike and took off like a hog waddling deep in his trough my lungs made to burn at the very first turn by now I was racked with a cough fresh air made my nose start to stream this was hardly a part of the dream the snot flowed so free it ran down to my knees like a pastry with curdled whipped cream my eyes then lost all kinds of focus as I rode through a plague of green locusts this terrible cost meant my bearings got lost as the magic became Hocus Pocus my legs were now turning to jelly they fought with my low hanging belly just take one short look see my posture was crook after 2 he trips to the deli the summertime sun made me sweat my new threads were now ringing wet my gloves lost their grip and then started to slip making steering a difficult bet and my buttocks were starting to ache the saddle was not the right make when I changed down a gear it thrust Fair up my rear oh that was an awkward mistake with a pop I had adjusted my seat this resembled a Houdini feet to earn a few medals I stood on the pedals my Lyra had gained a new pleat At Last I got into my stride I began to enjoy my first ride it was really dumb luck that the 10ton tip truck had shot out from a road on my side they said it was quite a big impact my bike was no longer as intact my sweat covered form met the driver named Norm I encountered his face with a Splat the ambulance crew were perplexed amazed how my body had flexed there was one thing for sure scraping me off the floor I’d no longer be called over sexed I sipped my roast beef through a straw feeling sorry and definitely sore like Pete and his Dyke you can stick your old bike content and unfit ever more well maybe the outcome wasn’t quite as drastic as the story tells however I did get better at riding the bike and I love it now my wife Philly binong and I go riding together and we have a hoot and we live in a place where it’s pretty flat which is marvelous and we’re surrounded by water so we can ride along the Sandy Shores and just enjoy the sunrise and the sunset and the sun all day long that’s the beauty of being in subtropical Queensland anyway hope you like the poem please like share and subscribe and press the notification Bell and I look forward to seeing you next time bye-bye for now