Poem of the day

The beardy boys through bagpipe noise, over lochs do go
With Alex, grey-haired-OAP, peddling slow in tow.
Intermittent jelly baby breaks, skin bitten, bones begin to ache
With nothing these three blokes can't take, exept when Mikey starts to quake.......

And 73 miles later, looking more of an old codger,
Alex finishes the ride with sore back side and dodgy todger
All the way from Tyndrum to ride the tandum in Invergarry,
The famous three become a four, sipping wine happy as larry!