( A Spenserian Sonnet)
The Supascoota-teers lack mobility,
Are limited in what they each can do.
Unlike many of their friends, who walk free,
Unhindered by wasted muscle and sinew.
In streets, shops, markets and festivals too,
The downside of scoota travel it seems
At eye-level, blocking these riders’ view,
Are the many waistlines stretching the seams,
Blocking their access, – a recurring theme.
But today was exciting, one of a kind,
Totally unscripted, . . . almost a dream.
Though the cycleway was blocked, they didn’t mind.
The “Lollipop Man” stopped cars, waved them through,
To their amusement, and the workers too.