’twas brillig and the cyclist’s toes
Did spin and bimble in the rain
All flimsy were the Shimanos
And the time trials of pain
Beware the right-angles my son
The hedge that hides, the stones that slip
Beware the wetness on the road
Can make you lose your grip
He took his aero-bars in hand
Long time to Chesterton he rode
After mile three, eventually
’twas time those legs to load
And as he wound the power out
The tractor-beast, with teeth attached
Came hurtling round the roundabout
Making a noise, unmatched
One-two, one-two “I WILL pass you”
The tractor-beast went loudly past
And in its wake, all he could make
Was a time not so fast
And hast thou took the KoM?
“Not quite” he said “It was too tough
Precipitous day blew me away
My Watts were not enough”
’twas brillig and the cyclist’s toes
Did spin and bimble in the rain
All flimsy were the Shimanos
And the time trials of pain