I’m definitely not a poet
With these verses I will show it
I have no gift for verse or rhyme
No chance at all with meter or time
So when a verse comes to my head
It’s best I bury it deep and dead.

Unfortunately I didn’t do that on today’s ride, which proved much, much wetter than I expected. In fact, I didn’t expect any wetness, but out of extreme caution I put a fender on my fast bike and a rain jacket over my jersey. Good thing, because at about mile 45, the slightly damp roads and extremely light mist transitioned to honest-to-goodness rain and wet, puddled roads.

For whatever reason, this let me to versify on the last half of my ride. During that time, I produced the opening gem, as well as these treasures:

East Lake Samm is very wet
As are my feet, as you can bet
Don’t go out now, wait a while yet
Or that decision you’ll regret.

Hearken to my tale of woes
Listen to my frozen toes
Make today’s ride tomorrow’s.

On this ride I’ve had no flat
I must admit and give it that.
But still, I feel a bit ill-used,
With nary a cloud on any views —
Yet rain upon me still did splat.

Don’t worry, I won’t be quitting my day job to become a poet.