A cyclist from London pedalled on until,
He finally reached the brow of the hill,
Then he free-wheeled down,
To a pub in the town,
Where he stopped and is said to be drinking there still.
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A cyclist from London pedalled on until,
He finally reached the brow of the hill,
Then he free-wheeled down,
To a pub in the town,
Where he stopped and is said to be drinking there still.
More limericks at musing75.com/limericks
Nice – after a few beers that ride home can be tough. Especially when you remember coasting in (the first part will be uphill).
Thanks for sharing.
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