Idyllicacryliclycralyric
by Kate O’Neil
I’m a biker. I’m a hiker
and I love acrylic lycra.
I’m specific that acrylic
is the lycra that I like
for especially when biking
it is greatly to my liking
to be free to frisk and frolic
when I reach somewhere idyllic
and I get down from my bike.
And lycra that’s acrylic,
when the heat is diabolic,
just wicks away the wet
so there’s never trickling sweat
to upset the mood euphoric
when I reach a place bucolic
on a long laborious hike.
… or a day-trip on my bike.
That’s why acrylic lycra’s what I like.
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Love this poem Kate, especially as I observe so many bike riders riding past my house on the weekend. They all look so very very fit.
Thanks Pat, I’m sure it’s all due to the lycra. K.
Cool as lycra, Kate. Nice one.
Thanks Kaye, but this one is NOT written from personal experience. KO
Love the sounds and rhythms. Evokes some strong images. Great poem!
Thanks Sharon, – perhaps one of the strong images is created by the two short, sharp pull-ups on the word “bike”. That’s exactly the rhythm I remember from trying to ride one.
Kate O’Neil,please untangle Anne Bell’s tongue and return it to her at once…she needs it to have fun with that poem again.
Thanks Anne, – for more fun you might like this:
A couple of days ago I gave my ‘champion-speller’ (and word-loving) student a poem by Colin West – “my auntie”. (she lives in the town mentioned in the poem.)
It ends:
Will I ever go to
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerych-
wyrndrobwyllllantysiliogogogoch?
It’s difficult to say.
Then I discovered this:
Played it several times over..love it..Thanks Kate/Dianne