He cycles with jocund regularity
saddle encircled like an anaconda
gorged on two sleeping hippos
pass water, suspension jiggles a
burp (twice - either end) struggles
over the hill (round the bend) slower
eclipsing rubicund spittler pauses -
TNT doesn't take, he waves, leaves
tumbling over wheels a vapour trail
armpit steamer squeezes pedals on.
  • Simon Huggins, 13th June 2002