I wandered lonely as a G6
That floats on bike o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden G5s;
Beside Denbies, beneath Box Hill
Rotating and pace-lining in the breeze....
Continuous as the chains that shine
And twinkle on their group sets,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margins of the A24:
Ten or so saw I at a glance,
Turning their legs in sprightly cadence.
We G6s beside them danced like Contador;
But the G5s Out-did the straggling G6s in glee:
A G6 could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gasped--and wheezed--but little thought
What health the ride to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I blob
In vacant or in TDF highlights mood,
The G5s flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And I cycle YET AGAIN with the G5s.