On Bicycles

A city on a river

Where cows cuddle up

On common land

Close to old roads

Filled with high end shops

Occasioned by high class people

While the well off Red Brick bred

Rub shoulders with the triers

Taken from state schools

Stunned at the sight

Of themselves

They feel the weight

Of mathematical minds

Whose thoughts flew past

On bicycles

Whose memory

Busies itself still

Running down road

Past field, past cow

Flying across Fen land

So easy, so flat

That it could not hold

Even the most hesitant cyclist


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