Its time to make the best;
So I've taken now to bicycling
And its giving me new zest.
But still got some hair and graces,
Please don't think me sad,
Like to ride to favourite places.
Got new Virtual friends,
Like a big kid on my Chopper,
Childhood never ends.
On the elixir of youth,
Keeping Autumn light from spills?
Am I too long in the tooth?
In helmet's mist of time.
My lycra's overcrowded,
Can't hide autumnal lines.
Know there's one treat just for me.
Better than any gold medal,
it's the thought of a pot of tea.
My disappearing aches,
As I weave with to and froing,
It's that treat of tea and cakes!
Like vultures in the sky,
Soon I shall be hurtling,
Into tea and apple pie.
Of broken hopes and dreams.
In need of NT tea room,
The jam, the scones, the screams!
Newlands Corner's place of rest,
For weary legs, big waistlines
Of the new cycling obsessed.
After my gut has just been bust,
Releasing me to cycle free,
Thanks to the National Trust!
Of broken hopes and dreams
In need of NT tea room
The jam, the scones, the screams!
You will get us home,
On our new fangled machinery
And our freshly creaking bones,
We will make it, just!
Oh thank you to the tearooms
Of the fabulous National Trust!
