Cycling Is Good For You

M Mark R Slaughter Mark R Slaughter
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I’m on my little cycle and I’m Whizzing through the street. My gangly legs are spinning as I Rub against the seat. An hour or so of cycling and my Skin begins to wear. My bottom starts to lose its skin with Pain I just can’t bear! I have to stand and pedal so my Poor bum gets a break. But then the road gets hilly and my Legs begin to ache. And then the weather takes a turn – it’s Just my bloody luck: I lose my grip in pouring rain and Slide beneath a truck. I’m on my way to A&E with Broken leg and arm. The paramedic says to me ‘look, There’s no lasting harm.’ So there I am up on the ward with Tubes stuck in my vein: They take some blood to check me out then Dose me for my pain. The lab comes back to say they’ve found my My blood is thick with fat: ‘Your cholesterol’s going to kill you sir.’ Well Crikey – fancy that! I shuddered at the thought of death - I'm dying, I'm so ill! But doctor says ‘don’t worry - you can Take a little pill.’ Well there it is, I take my drugs to Keep my cholesterol down. I’m cycling round the streets again and Racing through the town. Now when I think I need another Checkup for my blood, I simply slam a truck right in the Middle of a flood. Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

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