A poem
by
Julie Boston

Books are boring
Schools a pain
Anne's still screaming
And Dan's hit Wayne

We're in the home
Of a Bristol Mum
Whose kids are feeling
Sad and glum

Mum has a PhD
Inner City Spirituality
And a job -
Care in the Community

Alarm set in
When her three
Were given
Bikes for Biodiversity

"We're an NGO
Helping youngsters
To link to cycling
With Kyoto"

So Mum agreed
Reluctantly

Next morning
Wayne saw
Two showglo cyclists
Waiting at the door

"It's Sunday rides
For you three

First slowly
Round the block
Anne, set the pace
Then we'll take stock

The cycling code
Is learning
How to read the road

We'll ride to the park
Have a break
And get back before dark"

"Wonderful, great"
Panted Den and Anne
Exhausted and delighted
They had a plan

"Can we bring a friend
Please, please
Next weekend?"

"They need the gear
A bike in good nick
Plus an adult who doesn't
Miss a trick"

All week Anne
Was on a high
Wayne didn't torture Dan
Or make him cry

On Sunday
More cyclists arrive -
In total 35!

Off they went
North, South
East, west
Cycle paths,
Roads, hills -
A city cycling quest

Freedom crazy
Adults berserk,
Bike it, we like it
We'll cycle to work

Obesity to the morgue
Oxygen to the brain
Check bcc.gn.apc.org
And Dr Bike for cycle pain

Sunday cycling spread
As young and old
Became more bold

Motorists and media panic

"SUNDAY CYCLING'S MANIC"