What a pair: the two of us,
Who would bike than take the bus,
In our matching commute gear,
Flashing red lights at the rear.
Dad and daughter, commute pair,
With sweating arms, and flattened hair,
Huffing and puffing up bloody hills,
Zooming down roads, getting our thrills.
Hipster steel bikes in our hands,
Montane jackets, reflective bands,
Ortlieb panniers and helmets too,
No one has style like me and you.
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Commute on Bike
PoesiePoem about my dad and I cycling through the Peaks into the city together on our commute to work/school with quite matching cycling gear. Quick and humourous.
