2012-08-25 - Shakespeare Ride (cancelled)

sonnet for the forum

Velocio! thou shouldst be living at this hour:
London hath need of thee: she is fen
Of stagnant highways; and the filth of addison lee
Brixton Cycles, the heroic wealth of wheel and chain
daren'st forfeit their ancient english dower
of inward happiness: we is selfish men
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
and give us manners, virtue, freedom
and power of the lanes;
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart;
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like
a battalion 10,000 strong whilst
the fake king that resides on shores of southwark
who holds his manhood cheap, will surely lose his crown
we happy few, pure as the naked heavens, majestic and free,
so didst thou travel on life's common way
In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart
The lowiest duties on herself did lay
in front of griffin's gimp hole yesterday