OK, I'll apologize in advance, this just popped into my head and demanded to be posted.


Stopping for food on a sunny morning

I need some chickpeas, that I know.
I'm riding on the road bike, though.
And I have nothing nice and roomy
In which my groceries to stow.
My bike must wonder why I'm gloomy.
But wait - two-pocket Pearl Izumi
A one-pound bag of peas will take.
[The meter's wrong? Too bad. So sue me.]
The owner knows my chosen sport.
So though my visit will be short
She takes no notice of my cleats
But compliments me on my skort.
The store is homey, so I greet
The workers, but I'm not home yet -
I've peas to soak before I eat,
I've peas to soak before I eat.