Poetic licence National Bike Week began on Saturday. Today is Bike-To-Work Day. It's all part of the Don't Choke Britain Campaign.
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It's the sound of a bike
Which is part of the deal
And the well-oiled whirr
Of the sprocket and wheel
For the sound of a bike
Is distinctly genteel
And is holier now
Than the automobile
And the ching of the bell
On a bend in a lane
And the hack-alley squeak
Of the brakes after rain
And the willow-herb wind
For the ghost of a train
Since the cinderpath track
Became cyclist's domain
But the sound of a bike
Disappears without trace
In the madness of town
And the scrimmage for space
With the cut-up and curse
And the rage on the face
Of contestants engaged
In the circular rage
For the sound of a bike
Has a subtler beat
In the click of its gears
And the crick of its seat
Than the harse metal dirge
Of a gridlocked elite
In their four-wheeled cells
On a five o'clock street
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