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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Saturday, 20 August 2016

The Flying Scot

Gold again for the flying Scot
It's always the Scots.
Do they have nothing better to do
Than sit on saddles
Dourly pushing pedals around?
Wasn't the pneumatic tyre invented by a Scot?
I guess the scenery's good for it.
Three mountains before porridge.
Bag a couple of Munros for lunch.
And his legs back it up,
Each one a caber
Being tossed to and fro
As he circuits the track.
By God it's impressive.
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