Big bellied barristers belt down
Beach Road on creaking bikes, they frown,
Leering at lithe ladies’ lycra leggings
And buff bodies in lingerie - roasting,
As they ride their road bikes, rolling onward
Hankering for a rest, faced forward
They glance longingly at the sloth
Of slow shore strollers as they brave the wrath
Of motorists going places, who whiz past.
The burn starts as they pedal fast,
Down in the calf muscle and rises high
To the thigh, the exercise applies
Pressure by Mentone to the butt
Til Bon Beach; it reaches the gut
At Frankston where they stop to eat
And their fellow bikers to greet.
©Ilana Leeds
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