More Haste Less Speed
One of my memories is tinged
with pain,
it's one I've recalled time
and again.
A week off work, my first
holiday.
I set off to Colchester, the
very first day.
I’d cycled there several times
before,
a good hours ride sixteen
miles or more.
A time saving notion came
to my mind,
I'd get close to a lorry,
and hang on behind.
Things went well, the first
part of the trip,
but when turning a corner,
I made a slip.
The lorry went one way, my
bike the other,
a bad situation, I couldn't
recover.
I hung on to my bike, as long
as I could,
I hoped he’d slow down, it
was no good.
Dragged along, half a mile
or more,
my wrists hurt so much, my
toes were so sore.
What was best to do, I just
didn't know.
I'd really no choice, I just
had to leave go.
I felt no pain, as I slid
on the ground.
the lorry was gone, when came
'round.
I longed to lay there, for
the rest of the day,
but I didn't want people to
find me that way.
My shoes were worn through,
and the tips of my toes.
I really panicked, when I
felt for my nose,
As I groped over my face, I
could feel nothing there,
The loss of feeling in fingers,
the cause of that scare.
I'd scraped the flesh off
the backs of both hands,
and made a real mess of my
holiday plans.
My treasured watch hung in
bits on my wrist,
and they were both
sprained, to add to the list.
At a nearby farm they washed
the blood from my face.
I asked to look at my my nose,
they refused just in case
It might make me feel worse,
but how it looked I'd not care.
I just needed convincing that
my nose was still there.
I was taken to hospital, and
patched up by the Doc.
limping home through
the town, I felt a real crock.
Two bandaged knees, torn holes
in my clothes,
and a wide strip of plaster
that covered my nose.
Both hands bound like boxing
gloves, left arm in a sling
my bandaged peep toes, were
the fashionable thing.