Hi all,
You all are nuts! And I mean that in the nicest possible way.

When I read this on Friday night, I forgot to mention how it was written: each
person could only see the line that came before his or hers. That's why it gets
kind of loopy. Or, maybe we're just loopy to begin with.

(If I didn't get your line quite right, lemme know, and I shall edit.)

(I've also attached this as a file.)

Fondly,
Nancy

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Our XOBA Poem
(written by lots of us, one line at a time, July 30, 2009)

One Sunny day in July
I was riding my bike across Ohio
and I discovered how much bigger hills are in rain.
Still I press on, treating them with distain.
Up another hill, oh what a pain.
I must be crazy but I'll do it all again.

And again. By this time in the week I'll wonder
WHY
And now the last stand of adventure is done
until the morning rise.
And rise we shall
On top of the next hill!

My heart rate will be lower
My riding rate won't be slower
My queen-sized airbed helps me sleep like a baby
A full tummy helps considerably
But it won't get you all the way home…
What's at home?

Rest and peace
Work and play
on a bike
take your hands off the handle bars
and your feet off the pedals
and wipe the sweat from your nose

because you are really hot.
I must need more sunscreen.
Where's the next hill… we've only done 25,000 feet of climb this week.
And the ice cream with chunks of chocolate we seek.
That we have eaten all week.
And it has given me sore feet.

And I'm concentrating on foot right now
The best food is ice cream and how
It comes from the amazing cow
If you have tiny fingers, it comes from a sow
If you have fat toes it's the fault of the crows
With big noses

And black stocking hoses
Covered ol' Moses…
With sandals over his toeses
And sunscreen on the noses
Soap and shampoo in the showers
Flowers along the rolling hills

Bumps and holes rushing down the slopes
Hit a hole and broke my spokes
Got a flat, offered help by lots of folks.
The hills get longer the longer you ride
But the showers are good at the end of the day
What goes up must come down

and then go up again. Over and over again.
And again, and again, and again.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the princess of the ball?
The downhills and ice cream were just right
but the uphills were too short.

Roses are red, pickles are green,
you got the shape of a B-19
dropping riders like Team Astana.
Riding in the rain makes me cry for my mommy
I sure do wish I had vacationed in the Bahamas!
The beach is a lot flatter than Revenge Hill

But won't give you nearly the thrill
And what could be more scenic than XOBA.