Three Plates and a Pizza
Three grandpas on bikes, and a warm sunny day
Chatter and chuckles, like three kids at play
Rob wobbles, Bill weaves, we cycle all three
A good steady speed, we had batteries you see
Our very first ride, mild consternation
Rob’s back tyre was flat, it needed inflation
Thames Jolly Bikes, fixed it up fast
And then we’re off, on the walkway at last
Past the wharf, cross the bridge, the airfield slips by
Green fields, puffy clouds, brilliant blue sky
Bill’s eyes aren’t the best, he became involved in a drain
A few muttered words and he’s backed out again
And then for some reason, Rob disappears down a lane
So we stop, and we wait, ’till he comes back again
High up above, call of a bird
Contented cows gaze and graze in their herd
Forty five minutes, we then take our ease
Way out on the plains, where they make cheese
Coffee, then pizza, shared on three plates
What more to wish for, when you’re with mates
Aug 2023
David in Pen and Pics 