Do Not Pedal Gently Into That Good Peloton: Neon Poetry Day 8

A neon poem for your Monday, offered without much preamble. With apologies to Dylan Thomas.

Remember, if you're going to sponsor my ride in the MS Bike Tour, this is the week do to it! On Saturday, we ride.

(Remember to stretch before engaging in physical exercise. Consult your doctor before growing a moustache.)

And now, today's poem.

Do Not Pedal Gently into That Good Peloton

Do not pedal gently into that good peloton,

Old thighs should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the neon.

Good cyclists, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail neon has danced on this dull day,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Neon Riders, near the finish, you see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,   

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

You who spend much cash on your bikes, with no pot left to pee on,

Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not slink to Las Vegas like Celine Dion.

Rage, rage against the dying of the neon.