Shattered

(avoiding punctures)

Cunning's the daggers of roads we travel,

High times of the foolish they do unravel,

Always alert of eyes, these traps to spy,

Their numeracy a test of patience to try,

For getting anywhere on roads unscathed,

A task; amusement for the misbehaved,

Each scattering a trial, tribulations bore,

Shards swept, for eager replacements more,

With their taint befouling the land insipid,

Easy to let rage engulf, speeding thoughts decrepit.

Be swift of motion, with perceptions keened,

To avoid the dilemma's of miscreants weaned,

Ready your packs for to travel is a must,

To keep a soul sane, sate that wanderlust,

But carry a repair kit, prepare your load,

For there will always be punctures out on the road.

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Believe it or not this was written after getting a puncture! Well it was my first one in 9 months of riding to work so I shouldn't be too peeved, but the amount of glass out on the roads now is silly. Don't people know how to use bins? Or more importantly recycle? Jeebsquous, bloody heuligans.