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The Flying Cyclist. Another comedy rhyme by the 'Mad Poet'.

This is a tale of an unlucky man, if you like unlucky, then you'll be a fan. Resplendent in Lycra, aerodynamically swift, he sped down the lane; new bike; twenty gear shift! At speed his back wheel slid; Sloppy cow shite! He skidded into a wall, then, he took flight. Wore a helmet,  didn't do much good, landed in a field where a big bull stood. His butt was butted, by that bull, airborne again, stunned passing gull. Bike went one way, he went t-other, hated heights, he yelled for his mother. A flying cyclist, minus his bike. Aerodynamic, a high-vis sight. Then!  Like a streamlined rocket, back down to the ground, screaming like a jet, faster than sound. His landing was soft, smell couldn't be worse. He went down into something, helmet first. Sloppy brown matter oozed,  passed his ears, through vents of his hat. He disturbed a slumbering Rat. His streamlined body went in like an arrow, watched by a farmer tending his harrow. His trainers