Go for beef! (Just a silly one this time)
I tried my hand at road
I tried my hand at track
Now I've realised I'd rather
Go with the bike that's black
Equally at home in city, country
And other wacky lands
The MTB's fit proudly
With ego of a man's.
So every evening at dusk,
And every morning at dawn
I rise to brave the battle
Beyond my own front lawn.
My black steed is heady
She rears and bucks
She never gives an easy ride-
And at times ovations.
I still adore her very much
In the best place of the shed
Above my track and roadies
I fear it goes to her head.
My black beauty dominates me
Spending every coin on her
She nought considers my other needs-
Shoes that have sprouted fur
Every ride is momentous
Beaut bush, peaceful view
Dust swirling under me now
Argh! There's a kangaroo!
I won't spill all my tales of spills
It may just put you off
Weird I know but scars are cool
Memories of time aloft
If you pick up your trusty
Steed and point it to the wild
Road rides will seem boring
And 'toughness' you've known mild
So turn up the punk
Knife through the mud
C'arn you know it's good
To donate blood
You don't have a MTB?
What?! You poor deprived beast
Go now and get yourself one
And then
Go have beef!
(believe it or not this is the edited version and not all the verses made the cut ^^)