King Biscuit Tin

King Xerxes of Persia once famously whipped the sea.

 

Now, I ain't the king of anything

(except for maybe the family biscuit tin),

but I'd like to see this wind being whipped,

this gale force bastard,

trying to blow me into the canal,

cycling home after a nightshift.

 

Those I pass on the towpath

cannot hear my polite hellos.

They are lost upon the less than gentle breeze.

It's probably just as well:

some of them seem to be surly fellows.

Some of them look like F-ing Cs.

 

My bike's been this way so many times,

she knows which way to go.

I switch to automatic.
She'll get me home, fo' sho'.

 

 

B.R. 16/03/2014

pictured at Dobson Locks, Apperley Bridge, Leeds-Liverpool Canal