My friend skipper(not a show about a dolphin) called yesterday and suggested a road ride for today. Unlike the trails of Green cty., the roads of Green cty, on which I've not ridden much of late, have hills frequently steep however short. In anticipation of this perhaps, I awoke today with this bit of doggerel drifting through my morning brain. (To those who are moved to critique, remember that great literature, not unlike great beauty, is in the eye of the beholder noting, of course, that I am still adjusting to new glasses.) So I leave it here for your enjoyment.(?)

Oh granny gear,
my granny gear.
I do so
hold you dear.

When to a hill I
know I must
climb in you I
place my trust
to help leave others
in the dust.

And at the end
of a long ride
when hope is lost
with all my pride.
Its good to have you
by my side
to stop the question
from being cried!
Where's Bob?On Smock valley!
he's surely died!

With the end
of a long day,
when all my toys
I've put away,
its not for me
but you I pray.