Day 5 - Glen Innes to Uralla in rhyme

Today's blog comes at you in a slightly different form

I appreciate it's a deviation from the norm

Five days on the road has got my creative juices flowing

Where this'll end there's just no way of knowing

So bear with and we'll see whereabouts this takes us

If you don't like it: bovved. I'll hear none of your fuss.

A highlight today was team Shirby doing a moon

This happened at around a quarter past noon 

It cheered us up no end after several riders went down

Thanks guys for always playing the clown.

Let's turn our attention to an unfortunate mishap

Featuring someone whose services we'd usually clap

Carol panicked and declared she'd lost the car keys

Us riders were too busy tending our sore knees

To notice her flap and run down the street

A more demented scene you'll seldom greet

With bemusement and ultimately with an eye roll

Because, in fact, like a silly mole

The keys were on the roof of the bleeding car 

By now Carol was gone - she'd legged it quite far

Photo: Carol on rubbish pickup after misplacing the Front Car keys.

We called her back and notified her of the error

The humiliation filled her lovely blue eyes with terror. 

"Can you believe what a silly sausage I am?", she enquired.

The unanimous "yes" was hardly the answer she desired.

At our school stops today we did a puppets tag team

It's just the border change - we didn't dump out of malice

We simply handed over to Nat and to Alice

At their first show a real celebrity was spotted

"It's Justin Bieber!" a girl screamed, clearly besotted

Beiber it wasn't I'm afraid to say

It was actually Richard from Team CSA.

The wind was tough today and make no mistake

It made every limb in our tired bodies ache

But we're no quitters, we didn't frown

It'll take more than that to make us feel down.

Even if we've eaten more bananas than an ape with worms

We'll take each climb on our own terms

I apologise if this makes me sound ever so shrill

But I'd rather drag up again than climb another hill

Sorry, I lost my positivity for a sec there

"Another hill? Yay! Show me it, where?!"

Photo: The ladies all crossing the finish line at the Hill challenge together

Any complaining, you see, can end up in disaster

You'll be paid out and pay up to Brian, our Fine Master.

Where your average bloke would die a thousand shames 

Was no skin off the nose of our James 

Where most men would welcome rolling around in the dirt

James was in his element cycling in a green skirt.

Most Supportive jersey went to our Ritchie

For bigging us up any time we got twitchy.

And for having all the strength of a six foot fella

King of the Mountain went to our Ella

Brendan won the Joker for acting like Mariah Carey

Which amused surname King and first name Fairy

Now my rhymes are getting quite ropey

I'm off to bed as I'm feeling quite dopey

Photo: James and Damo having a cuddle on the road

Photo: Good Ekert's selfies with the crew last night. I have never seen someone who looks exactly the same in every photo.