Sunday, November 11, 2007

A Little Parody

There is unrest in the Masters,
There is trouble with the race attendees,
For the 4/5s want more prizes
And the Ones ignore their pleas.

The trouble with the 4/5s,
(And they're quite convinced the're right)
They say the Ones just ride too quickly
And they grab up all the spot light.
But the Ones can't help their feelings
If they like the way they ride.
And they wonder why the 4/5s
Can't be happy with their stride.

There is trouble in the Masters,
And the beginners all have fled,
As the 4/5s scream "Oppression"
And the Ones, just shake their heads

So the 4/5s formed a union
And demanded equal rights.
"The Ones are just too greedy;
We will make them give us some spot light."
Now there's no more Ones oppression,
For they passed a noble law,
And the Masters are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe, and saw.


Blogger Merkeley Bike said...

Good scheduling meeting?

8:11 PM  
Blogger MarkS said...

As one of the ones I'd love to know what this means

Perhaps I'll be racing with the youngsters for the year


8:50 PM  
Blogger Nome Agusta said...

No meaning, just heard the song on the way home from the race and started substituting words.

8:31 AM  
Blogger biscuits and gravy said...

Rush is the answer to many things, but not bike racing. You know they're still touring.

8:56 AM  
Blogger Groove Talking... said...

I like it!

7:00 PM  
Blogger lauren said...

reminds me of dr suess.

kinda sorta.

6:05 PM  
Blogger Smudgemo said...

When one sucks regardless of category raced, prizes mean little...

5:13 PM  

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