For millions of years, man slowly evolved

from a gibbering ape to Nobel and Bolve.

Einstein and Boyle, Sagen, Raman.

Then came along, the cycling man.

 

Please let me explain as I do sympathise.

It isn’t his fault as he’s keen to excise.

It's just his genetics that’s driving him so.

Like a shark to survive, he must keep on the go.

 

So when he jumps lights or swerves into your space,

or races through zebras at a break your neck pace.

He’s not being rude or a bugger you know.

Like a shark to survive, he must keep on the go.

 

Watch him line up along with his mates,

at a red light like the start of a race.

Hearts pounding away as they struggle for ‘O’.

Like a shark to survive, he must keep on the go.

 

Each dressed in lycra, so tight like a skin.

Bikes streamlined for speed, handles tucked in.

The best in design, no bulges must show.

Like a shark to survive, he must keep on the go.

 

When he demands that all should give way.

He needs his own space, a Superhighway.

This is not being selfish, all others are slow.

Like a shark to survive, he must keep on the go.

 

So like me, please take pity on this cycling breed.

He’s a thoroughbred horse, raised simply for speed.

He bears no malice to us Sapiens though.

Like a shark to survive, he must keep on the go.