What a difference a day makes. It’s day 3 of the Neon Poetry Project, and I’ve already raised $200 for the MS Society! Thank you so much! If you want to join the cavalcade of my illustrious sponsors, you too can sponsor me here.
In exchange for a donation from an intrepid blueberry farmer, I unthoughtfully agreed to wear a blueberry for a helmet. On sober second reflection, I’m not sure this meets the highway code, but I will say that if you’re ever in Pennfield, NB, in blueberry season you need to do yourself the favour of stopping at McKay’s Wild Blueberries for a blueberry pie and a giant box of berries.
(Unlike this ultra-safe watermelon helmet, blueberry helmets are not CSA approved.)
But there’s even more good news! Mama Button has arrived in Mahone Bay to work on the neon costumes for this year’s tour. We’re neon super heroes in 2014, and our super costumes are coming together very nicely with her help. If we’re going to look ridiculous (and we are), Mama Button ensures that we look ridiculous yet well tailored.
(Q: Who’s your favourite sewing-themed crime-fighting duo? A: Battingman and Bobbin.)
Onward, to today’s bicycle themed poem!
With apologies to William Carlos Williams.
The Dead Wheel Bearing
So much depends
the dead wheel
not glazed in grease
like white chickens.