And somewhere out there a driver builds into such a knot of impotent rage he has to express himself in poetry, badly.
Here’s Ian Fraser’s effort as published in the Lymington Times:
Cyclists who turn out in their lycra suits
Intent on crying out their favourite pursuits
Often come into the New Forest completely care free
Yet not for the scenery to enjoy or see
Riding main routes causing traffic to brake
Leaving motorists seething in their wake
Horse riders also look on with disdain
For when cyclists mass they can be a pain
They single-mindedly state their right to ride
Contempt for others they do not hide
This attitude at once began to swell
When banned from a pub because they smell
This local bad feeling they could solve
By adopting considerate riding as their resolve
Not gathering like a biblical plague of toads
Causing havoc to folk and Forest roads
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