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March 10, 2011 121 comments

Avoid the Saint Patrick’s Day Rush. Brooks Limerick Competition.

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By GARETH
Avoid the Saint Patrick’s Day Rush. Brooks Limerick Competition.

February's Haiku Invitational was such a rewarding experience for the Brooks Literary Panel that the decision has been quickly reached to swap some more of our fine cycling equipment for poetry. But what sort of poem this time?

Torn between Petrarchan Sonnet and Pindaric Ode, we agreed in the end to shelve both forms, and are in the happy position of being able to announce that between now and Saint Patrick's Day next week (March 17th) our Comments Section will be the place to go with your Brooks Saddle Limericks.

The Limerick is rightfully regarded as the Thinking Man's haiku. More lines, more syllables, the thing has to rhyme a bit, too.

It's probably accurate to say that a Limerick can often give the impression of whimsicality, of bawdiness, or of having been tossed off at short notice, but we are confident that our eventual winners will manage to forge pieces in the smithy of their souls that will resonate with beauty, with depth, and with truth through the ages to come.

And if they can manage to shoehorn a gratuitous nod to the world's finest leather bike saddles somewhere along the way, then so much the better.

We have hardly any rules. Don't start your Limerick with "There was a...", "There were...", "There once was a...", or "There once were...", and try not to rhyme "Brooks" with any conjugate of the "F-word".

Whenever I've eaten a steak

For dessert it's a Cadbury's Flake

Cos the two of them rhyme

And I don't have much time

Hold on, is that Brooks real or fake?

This is nowhere near the quality we'll be looking for. In fact, a lot of online betting exchanges have already seen large sums of money wagered on its winning the Wooden Spoon. And this with the Starter's Flag not yet even raised! So, very bad, but technically a Brooks Saddle Limerick. You can all do better than this.

Incidentally, we gather Andrea will in the coming weeks have some stern words to say on the general subject of the final line.

But for now it's all still fun and games. Did we mention the prizes? They're rather special. You'll hear more about them before the 17th.

Comments
On leather her bottom sits quite peachy
While those long lycra legs spin round so effortlessly
With my eyes on her bust
I tumble and eat dust
and ponder was it worth it on arriving at casualty
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:44 PM
With my legs, lungs and heart all burning
In my blood all I feel is pain boiling
I speed past the finish line
Smashing my previous best time
Though coming in last again is getting quite boring.
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:44 PM
Cycling is ever such fun
Steel, two wheels, on leather my bum
The joy of wind in one's hair
World flying by and just not a care
Until a car screeches by, come come!
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:44 PM
A sweet girl rode to New Orleans
Wishing to take in the scenes
She met many nice boys
Who wanted to share all the joys
But only Brooks got next to her jeans
Bill Laine May 23, 2016 at 3:44 PM
Hold on - a better version:

A sweet girl rode down to New Orleans
Wishing to see all the scenes
There were many nice boys
Proposing many nice joys
But only Brooks got near her jeans
Bill Laine May 23, 2016 at 3:44 PM
In a world full of lycra and carbon
I keep a secret while sipping bourbon
The truth will come out one day
But I say its damn okay!
For nothing except really foul weather
Will let me give up my Brooks leather

For I have climbed to the top of Kaiser Pass
And finished 300 miles in one day with a lot of class
And all I can say is that
Everything hurt except my ass!
Vicente Santiago May 23, 2016 at 3:44 PM
Riding the trail is exciting!
And a long, open road is inviting!
But when one can straddle
A Brooks leather saddle,
Then one's journey is truly delighting.
Chris Anich May 23, 2016 at 3:44 PM
When the rails on my cheap saddle busted,
My father said, "Brooks can be trusted
For solid construction
And bum-pain reduction.
You'll find your bike comfort adjusted."
Chris Anich May 23, 2016 at 3:44 PM
The only time ever I find
That I'm thinking about my behind:
While I sit on a bike
With a seat I don't like,
And then Brooks is not far from my mind.
Chris Anich May 23, 2016 at 3:44 PM
Attacking the hills calves burning
With every stroke greater yearning
For flats and descents
For pain to repent
And endorphins to hasten returning
James MacKEDDIE May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
I scoured the globe by bike
Brooks underneath, satchel by side
Great wonders I saw
The rich, the poor
A humbling experience I write
James MacKEDDIE May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
A young cyclist Spanish cyclist called Bertie
Had won all three Grand Tours before he was thirty
But he love to eat steak
because he said it tastes great
and now some think he's a bit dirty!
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
A young cyclist Spanish cyclist called Bertie
Had won all three Grand Tours before he was thirty
But he loved to eat steak
because he said it tastes great
and now some think he’s a bit dirty!
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
An American man called Armstrong
Got cancer and thought the world was all wrong
He told it to take a hike
and got back on his bike
Now is list of achievements is quite long.
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
A Manx man who they call Cav
The green jersey he wanted to have
He could sprint to the line
in little to no time
Though when he speaks he sounds like a chav!
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
On a fixie I thought I'd look cool
Over a bicycle without brakes I would drool
With my gear ratio spot-on
But me weighing a ton
Trying to stop I'd end up looking a fool!
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
Deciding when to attack
When cycling around a wooden track
Is never that easy
And could make you feel queasy
Specially when Sir Chris Hoy is right on your back!
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
I see her and cry out, "Gadzooks!";
This cyclist with such sexy looks.
I thank God He designed her
With such sweetness behind her.
O, how I wish I were her Brooks!
Chris Anich May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
The first thing that I do when I
A Brooks nameplate on saddle do spy:
I flash a broad grin,
As though they were kin,
Then, on their left, I ride on by.
Chris Anich May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
It must be a gimmick
Just by writing a short limerick
You can win some Brooks bootie
That will turn your bike into a beauty
Despite having no artistic merit I will get my entry in quick
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
The sight of them addles my wits.
The shape gives me sensuous fits.
Oh, my hand on the leather,
Soft and firm both together,
How I do love to fondle her Brooks.
The Cunning Linguist May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
While stopped for a rest in the shade,
Our bikes we decided to trade,
As you can surely guess
My Brooks did him impress
And purchase one it did him persuade
Al Matulewicz May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
My friend had often seen
My beloved B17
And on his first ride
On that piece of hide
Was convinced to join the Brooks team.
Al Matulewicz May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
I had an old raleigh from birmingham
whose seat was leather and turning tan.

With aerospoke and vice
I made it real nice,
And now it's a hipsters pelican
fullface May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
There is little that i dislike
About spending some time on my bike
But there's just one thing I need
For my well oiled steed
A Brooks saddle would be a delight!
Helen Etherington May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
Poor Richard had piles
and couldn't put in his miles
Until he decided to ride
atop supple Brooks hide
Then he was nothing but smiles
Ron Leach May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
Said the wheel to the frame
"You're some pretty dame"
Said the frame to the wheel
"You've got sex appeal"
But the saddle has all the fame
Ron Leach May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
Choose the Swallow if it’s roads that you pedal
B67 for that city skidaddle
But if you do it all
B17 will enthral
So straddle that adaptable saddle
Ben Young May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
In this world of synthetics and plastic
Brooks Saddles seem iconoclastic
They're traditional you see
Just like afternoon tea
Yet their performance is simply fantastic
Ben Young May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
It is down to the saddle one picks
The pain it inflicts when one sits
A Brooks in the best
For this posterior test
Aliviation since eighteen eighty six
Tom Carter May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
Aboard a Brooks Swallow with rails of chrome,
I train for my first master’s bike road race at home.
The Seventy-Three Teledyne Titan I’m sure,
Will catch an eye or two as we tour.
My heart, my lungs, and my legs will burn finishing fast on leather not foam.
Douglas Ellmore May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
My first road race at 48 I do train,
Riding a vintage Teledyne Titan titanium frame,
My masters bum shall not be last,
As I promise to finish fast.
Ahead of the on my Brooks Swallow I do claim!
Douglas Ellmore May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
A triathlete who travels light,
Surely knows he’s right.
When he needs to ride the miles,
He does so with a smile.
Knowing either bike with the Brooks B17 or Swallow will be just right.
Douglas Ellmore May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
It’s for you I give claim,
For my love is aflame.
The Brooks saddle of yore,
Helps me today to race the tour.
Finishing strong is better than long dreamed of fame.
Douglas Ellmore May 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM
To win a Brooks leather seat
Now that would be quite a nice treat
Your bike would look snappy
And bum would be happy
Though you need to be part of the poetic elite!
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
A triathlete who travels light,
Surely knows he’s right.
When he needs to ride the miles,
He does so with all smiles.
Knowing either the Brooks B17 or Swallow will be just right.
Douglas Ellmore May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
There once was a man from Harwood,
While his name not Robin Hood.
All the same he rode his bike,
On a Brooks Swallow day and night.
To raise money for the common good.
Douglas Ellmore May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
correct it I do...

There once was a man from Harwood,
While his name was not Robin Hood.
All the same he rode his bike,
On a Brooks Swallow day and night.
To raise money for the common good.
Douglas Ellmore May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
Here's some advice
My wife gave me twice:
"Get your butt on a Brooks,
Your hands in the hooks
And try to come home nice"
Ron Leach May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
What is it about a tan leather seat
That would make my life fully complete?
Is it the handsome good looks
Or just that it’s a Brooks
Or ‘cause it would keep my bum feeling sweet?
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
Trying to get up a hill
With only one gear makes me feel ill
Can’t stop my legs turning
Though my leg muscles are burning
But going down the other side is such a big thrill!
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
The saddle is the key
To riding pain free
So don't be a wanker
And develop a shanker
Get a Brooks and you'll see
Ron Leach May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
I was given a gift
Of a brand-new Swift
It's oh so nice
I waxed it twice
My riding pal is miffed
Ron Leach May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
The poor old bloke
Was totally broke
A saddle of pleather
Not fine Brook's leather
Made his bike a joke
Ron Leach May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
Don't worry about weight
If your saddle feels great
You can ride for miles
With nothing but smiles
Avoiding the pain you hate
Ron Leach May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
This saddle feels good
Like every Brooks should
It’s not just about butts
There’s also numb nuts
If a seat feels like wood
ron Leach May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
I've had another go. Brace yourselves...

Turns out its much harder than I expected
To take Blazing Saddles, that Garth Brookes directed
And relate it to Brooks England
Its left me quite sickened
It turns out they’re not easily connected
Ben Young May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
<em>Mel</em> Brooks
BREGAN May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
Wanna know about Brooks? Ask around!
Cyclists' praise for their gear does resound.
All 'round planet Earth
Folks concur of Brooks' worth:
Ev'ry dollar, yen, ruble or pound!
Chris Anich May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
We are creatures of God's wide creation
And it's true that we all know our station.
If a cow He had made me,
I'd hope Brooks trade to soon be.
It's the highest bovine aspiration.
Chris Anich May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
just like a boat without paddle
is a bicycle lacking a saddle
mr brooks you can guess
surely now more or less
that the final word here must be straddle.
sean belly May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
I love riding my vintage steel frame
Those carbon copies are not what they claim
They are all black and dreary
Not stainless or steely
And they can’t pull off the great Brooks name
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
as rain turns to sleet
my legs they are beat
three hundred miles
but my bum, yes it smiles
my brooks swift is such a treat
marko May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
There was a fine rider from Cork
Who was toodlin' along in the park
When 'twas time to skedaddle
He hopped on the saddle
And downed many pints before dark
Andy M-S May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
My bike without brakes is a convert,
It’s cool and hip when I subvert
Whilst traffic and rain
Grins, blood and the pain
At least I can sit knowing comfort.
Britt Chester May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
An Anglican curate of Sarum
Had a habit that truly would scare 'em
He'd climb on his bike
Where his vestments he'd hike,
And shewed the whole parish his bare bum.
David Epstein May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
When I wake in the gutter hung over
I know I'm not lying on clover
To ten I must count
Then my Brooks I will mount
And bike to the pub and start over.
David Epstein May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
There once was a chap from New Deer
Who yearned for a comfortable rear
So he fitted a Brooks and rode lots of loops
It was a gift to his poor derrière.
Kevin Rae May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
Paparazzi and starlets will battle
The cleverest one did not addle
She kept on her slicker
But tossed off her knickers
Wanting naught between her and her saddle.
David Epstein May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
Dreaming on roads under light
We cheered with a furious might
And got many looks
On saddles by Brooks
When our spin class was done for the night
Cary DeBerry May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
Biking through pine woods and spruce
Behind her trim little caboose
I shifted my gears
Midst huzzahs and cheers,
And her shiny Brooks saddle I goosed!
David Epstein May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
Alas I must make my confession
On my Brooks I have caused great depression
It is not a monstrosity
But ischial tuberosity
Tis my bum that has made the impression
Chuck Jones May 23, 2016 at 3:46 PM
After riding for hours in Wales
He felt like he was sitting on nails.
"A Brooks saddle is needed,"
He wisely conceded.
"One specifically designed for males!"
Chris Anich May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
I bought a Brooks saddle so renowned
That it soon was the talk of the town
I had to take the back seat!
It was the talk of the street!
Oh how I wish it was the other way round.
Helen Etherington May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
If like me you’re a fan of the tweed
But still like to ride at full speed
Brooks have a plethora
Of Saddles, Bags ET Cetera
That are sure to add class to your steed
Ben Young May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
there was a lass called heather who loved to sit on brooks hand crafted leather . Then some would say . She got carried away . But because it was brooks she had a comfortable nether !
Jon northfield May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
Anyone who's up for mischief
from Glasgow down to Aberystwith
speeding straight or turning hooks
young school-boys or old-school crooks
everyone knows this brand is British
Beda Kamm May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
I must say that I have a confession
This limerick writing has turned into an obsession
But when the prize is so nice
I have to enter at least twice
Or perhaps three or four times in quick succession!
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
I used to be perched on a bike
That felt like being sat on a spike
My face used to contort
with the anguish it brought
So now its Brooks Saddles I like
Tom Carter May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
Bregan, of course you're right! I meant Mel Brooks.
I was in a very strange place when I wrote that Limerick!
Ben Young May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
Somewhere over the rainbow methinks :)
BREGAN May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
not suitable for the vegan biter
not suitable for indians neither
the colt is hot and hard to swallow
brooks seat users are hard to follow
bad for minorities good for the rider
Beda May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
OK guys, take off your glasses
This here smack-down is not for the masses
With a fine Brooks saddle you can ride for miles
It's art from leather and encourages smiles
And not incidentally it protects our asses
Ron Leach May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
I'm about to ride seven hundred miles,
But my saddle lacks serious style,
It would be so neat,
If I got a seat,
Made with Brooks cunning and guile
Joss Benyon May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
I saw a young man pass near,
Who's riding style was particularly queer,
I said everyone knows,
Pedals belong under toes,
But a saddle shouldn't be next to your ear
Joss Benyon May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
A gentleman riding a Raleigh
(Which a cager described as sheer folly)
Noted "such a big tuchus he had! What a ruckus!
But riding my Brookus is jolly!"
Andy M-S May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
Did you hear the one about the seat?
It was leather and looked rather beat
A Brooks of such style
It had done plenty of miles
For posterior comfort nothing can compete.
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
Dad has an old B17 that he just won't part with
Him telling me "it's the best seat" I thought was a myth
After much consideration
I was filled with eleation
and my new brooks feels great on my old Schwinn!
Name (required) May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
Sure, Brooks saddle are mighty fine
They're proudly mounted on bikes of mine
But I wish I had upon my back
The beautiful Islington shoulder pack
I'd toast that with some very fine wine.
Ron Leach May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
typo correction:

Sure, Brooks saddles are mighty fine
They’re proudly mounted on bikes of mine
But I wish I had upon my back
The beautiful Islington shoulder pack
I’d toast that with some very fine wine.
Ron Leach May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
Last night I had a peculiar dream
It had a saddle, two wheels and some cream
The wheels were round
And the cream was sound
But the saddle wasn't a Brooks and it caused me to scream!
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
Nothing feels just quite as sweet
Than sitting on a Brooks leather seat
What a beautiful saddle
That is a joy to straddle
It's a comfort that can not be beat.
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
Your last competition was to pen a Haiku
Only one entry did I manage to do
A limerick I can write
Though they’re not a pretty site
Bad ones, there are more than just a few.
Anwar Rahim May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
Form and function really come together,
when I sit atop Brooks black leather.
Over hill and dale
through calm and gale-
I feel just light as a feather.
Brent Badeaux May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
Mike's friends heard him grouse about stretchin'
Like an elderly matron named Gretchen.
They thought, "One day Mike'll
Put a Brooks on his cycle
And we won't have to hear all his kvetchin'!"
Chris Anich May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
st pat's lack of bike brought him sorrow
so a bike with a brooks did he borrow
whilst applying the brakes
he rolled over some snakes
so had fewer to deal with tomorrow
sean belly May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
It's time for a ride.
Brooks saddle to comfort my backside.
More fortuitous is this leather way.
The everlasting Brooks saddle rocks forever and a day.
Don't forget this for work or for your play.
Patrick Simpson May 23, 2016 at 3:47 PM
It's time to commute.
Brooks laden bikes feel like a fine suit.
Leather forever makes the finest scoot.
Brooks England has the most soul.
Such fine componentry will never go the way of the Dodo.
Patrick Simpson May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
When you wake up tomorrow
Buy a bike or find one to borrow
Have some bacon and eggs
Then put a Brooks between your legs
As you ride you'll forget all your sorrow
Ron Leach May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
Tis a we bit of prose.
An ancient Brooks saddle you do not want under the nose.
I will forever love these fine English leather pieces.
These works of art have for so long supported the tasteful.
Quality is not quick, or cheap to make grateful.
Patrick Simpson May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
She pedaled through crannies and nooks
Past roses whose thorns had long hooks
But it wasn't a drag
When her skirt caught a snag
Exposing a heinie imprinted with, "BʁOOKS"
Cary DeBerry May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
My name is Ken. I won with haiku.
I can't try this one, though I'd like to.
The saddle Brooks sent
Tells me to relent
So I'll just read what all of you guys do.
Ken Wolfe May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
A Brooks saddle was part of my story:
While cycling my way to great glory--
I sat on a Brooks
For comfort and looks,
But my reasoning was a posteriori.
David G Epstein May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
My old saddle I threw to the floor,
cause my backside was always so sore.
I changed out my seat,
Oh, isn't this neat
This Brooks I can't help but adore
Patrick Gill May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
I was once a man of action
Until I got diagnosed with erectile dysfunction
My doctor says it from my bike
A comment I very much dislike
So I bought a Brooks saddle and now I'm a champion
Vicente Santiago May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
I have a condition called erectile dysfunction
It means I can't get no satisfaction
But the medications around have side effects
I am not willing to take and have regrets
So I got a Brooks Saddle and restored my function
Vicente Santiago May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
The mallets were swinging in battle,
as announcers continued to prattle.
The competition was hot,
but my backside was not.
All thanks to my handmade Brooks saddle
Patrick Gill May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
I jokingly said, "It's my day"
for, St. Patrick's had come out to play.
They said, "Hey you fool,
it's not in reference to you."
But, I'll ride to the pub anyway.
Patrick Gill May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
My green Mercian Vicintore has arrived!
With barber poles and track ends I specified
It took a while get to the parts
Oh my, it's such a work of art
With my trusty Brooks Saddle, I'm satisfied
Vicente Santiago May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
I've desired a Brooks for a great many years
To consummate my worthy fixed gear
I thought that my dad Ron
Would assist his starving daughter to attain one
But he'd rather collect for himself, it is clear.
Lily Leach May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
My bike with its elegant looks
is often the target of crooks.
I pray and I trust
my lock will not bust,
in hopes they bugger off my brooks
Patrick Gill May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
A Glenbrook's all well down in Camberwell,
But a Hoxton in Oxford's a shocker
The sight of a Brixton in in Ealing or Hexham
Would cause Mr Boultbee to pucker.
Neil Warner May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
This discomfort could require a doctor
because my old saddle has failed its proctor.
Tis perennial folly
my bum is not jolly.
I need the Brooks leather concoctor
Patrick Gill May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
Not looking for fortune or fame
When riding my bike in the rain
No need for time trial
Just comfort and style
With a B66 that’s as good as they claim!
Cary DeBerry May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
Oh the long painful miles I rode
the time in my saddle plateaued
one day I tried brooks
it comformed with its nooks
my shape upon it I bestowed
Patrick Foley May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
"My arse is in pain!" I cried
So a Brooks leather saddle I tried
It broke in in time
and felt so sublime
A Brooks saddle we should all be astride
Patrick Foley May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
If you ride on a sensitive sit-upon
(Each mile a teeth-shattering grit-a-thon),
Then get ye astride
A Brooks-embossed hide!
Soon all other saddles you'll spit upon!
Chris Anich May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
The comp'ny called Brooks o'er in Smethwick
Makes a product for bikes quite specific.
From this one little town,
They get global renown,
'Cause ev'ryone thinks they're terrific!
Chris Anich May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
My daughter is an adult, not a tyke
She forgets that I gave her the bike
Yet she mocks me for not giving
In support of her living
A Brooks saddle she says she would like
Ron Leach May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
I entered a bicycle race
And built up considerable pace
The Saddle was Brooks
With Classic good looks
And I won with a smile on my face!
Bill May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
She rode a maroon Brooks saddle,
for which she had been made to haggle
She rode it with flair
and it really matched her hair
So she named it with with her braddle.
Bill May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
Bring on the winds of passion,
And you will be in fashon,
Riding a Brooks,
You'll get the looks,
From both sides of the ocean!
David Hudson Baker May 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM
The absent are always in the wrong.
Genesis Amateur May 23, 2016 at 3:49 PM
My saddle is a Brooks
My miles are logged with smiles
With that saddle comes second looks
then affirming nods nods and smiles
And so many happy miles
BR May 23, 2016 at 3:49 PM
[...] of Brooks [...]
Wee odes to the sorry cyclist | Sargentandco's Blog May 23, 2016 at 3:49 PM
While ruminating over a beer
It became so deceptivey clear
That in praise of St Michael
I really should Cycle
A brooks saddle pressed close to my rear
Noonanio May 23, 2016 at 3:49 PM
Excellent!
BREGAN May 23, 2016 at 3:49 PM
While ruminating over a beer
It became so eminently clear
That in praise of St Michael
I really should Cycle
On a Brooks saddle pressed close to my rear
Dave Noonan May 23, 2016 at 3:49 PM
On a Brooks rides the girl of my dreams;
but she doesn't know, so it seems.
It drives me insane
but I don't complain,
'cause I play on her bike polo team.
Mike May 23, 2016 at 3:49 PM
A girl once rode in to Seattle
hungry for the next polo battle.
All the boys tried their best
to win her by contest,
but Brooks is all she would straddle.

inspired by Bill's (had to make it local :)
Erik May 23, 2016 at 3:49 PM
One morning while I was out riding,
A van had a go at side swiping,
There was fear in his eyes
When I stopped at the lights
And gave him a bloody good hiding!
Ian Liversidge May 23, 2016 at 3:49 PM