Cycling on a Sunday Morning

Laboured breath, squeaking knees Crunching pain in the lower back Stench of garbage ride up the nose.

Passing by people, sleepy dogs Newspaper boys whizzing by Cycling, cycling, cycling Cycling on a great Sunday morning.

Old men on cycles pedaling by I could love them, warts and all. Sticking up my nose at the bikes and cars Cycling, cycling, cycling Cycling on a good Sunday morning.

Smells of the sea wafting by Drone of the jets sweeping by Caw of the crows flying by Roar of the waves lashing by Laughter of the children playing by.

The Klaxon squealing peee-yo peee-yo The bell a-peeling ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling Cycling, cycling, cycling Cycling on a lovely Sunday morning.