Backstory to poem: a cycling friend related an aggressive driver / peaceful cyclist encounter. It took place as parents and children pedalled to school one morning. When the careless car driver was challenged over unsafe actions by the law-abiding parent cyclist, the driver uttered the ridiculous rebuttal: “Why don’t you grow up and get a car!” That mindless mentality deserved an qual put-down in poetic form.
Let’s swap our seated places,
quit honking horns and pulling faces,
let’s all extend some kinder graces.
Lets both not break those red stop lights,
let’s not trump wrongs against rights,
let’s pray none have to utter last rites.
Let’s all properly apply brakes and gears,
let all admit their faults and fears,
let’s award appreciation: “cheers”.
Four wheels good but two wheels best
your left hand turns make me stressed:
cycling should be required for test.
We cyclists have no windows, nor roof,
we ride tall in saddle but not aloof:
cyclists skulls aren’t shatterproof.
I’m not saying bikes are better,
I’m not condemning the carburettor –
we’re not road royalty, nor beggar!