lori
12-11-2008, 09:52 AM
Thought this was good for a laugh. Someone started sending rhymes one day, these are some of the responses.
What's more fun than trees and dirt?
Spinning wheels and a branch-snagged shirt?
IDidaRide is in about 6 weeks.
I'll build endurance with fellow-night-riding freaks!
Looking forward to camping and fun.
Sure hope this time, we'll see more sun.
There once was a cyclist named Dan
Who came up with a plan to ride as many miles as a human can
He rode the road and he rode the trails
He's already had kids, so it did not matter if his parts failed
With Maria and Alan I seem to glide,
But with Lori and Dan I lose my pride
My hope is always to save my hide,
So, tonight, kiddies, I will not ride.
Lori likes to ride trails with speed
It seems she also likes to bleed
From her elbows, shins and knees
The blood does flow with ease
Made it to the north you see
It's a cold and dreary place to be
I'll miss riding with my friends
because the fun never ends
when watching Lori and Dan run into trees.
Run into trees we may
But see us, no way
Way up the trail we are
And you are behind too far
If I could think as quickly as some
I might just be a lot more fun.
Thinking of rhymes really drains my brain.
I'm off for a massage to relieve my pain
Quick wit I do lack,
And after a massage, I'll likely hit the sack.
So while you’re out spinning your wheels,
Body by Bull will get paid for his feels.
If Bull gets paid by the feel
and Dan neglects those behind
Then I think I can give free massage
and Lori can read my damn mind.
Ode to married cyclists:
There once was a cyclist named Nate
Whose wife decided his fate
He wanted to ride
But he feared for his hide
Too bad as the trip would have been great.
What's more fun than trees and dirt?
Spinning wheels and a branch-snagged shirt?
IDidaRide is in about 6 weeks.
I'll build endurance with fellow-night-riding freaks!
Looking forward to camping and fun.
Sure hope this time, we'll see more sun.
There once was a cyclist named Dan
Who came up with a plan to ride as many miles as a human can
He rode the road and he rode the trails
He's already had kids, so it did not matter if his parts failed
With Maria and Alan I seem to glide,
But with Lori and Dan I lose my pride
My hope is always to save my hide,
So, tonight, kiddies, I will not ride.
Lori likes to ride trails with speed
It seems she also likes to bleed
From her elbows, shins and knees
The blood does flow with ease
Made it to the north you see
It's a cold and dreary place to be
I'll miss riding with my friends
because the fun never ends
when watching Lori and Dan run into trees.
Run into trees we may
But see us, no way
Way up the trail we are
And you are behind too far
If I could think as quickly as some
I might just be a lot more fun.
Thinking of rhymes really drains my brain.
I'm off for a massage to relieve my pain
Quick wit I do lack,
And after a massage, I'll likely hit the sack.
So while you’re out spinning your wheels,
Body by Bull will get paid for his feels.
If Bull gets paid by the feel
and Dan neglects those behind
Then I think I can give free massage
and Lori can read my damn mind.
Ode to married cyclists:
There once was a cyclist named Nate
Whose wife decided his fate
He wanted to ride
But he feared for his hide
Too bad as the trip would have been great.