we began cycling almost at once,
"let the good times rock and roll!"
the first route we took took us to Esplanade,
the Fullerton and the Merlion Knoll.

here, i felt my cheeks so hot,
so embarrassed by our intention;
we disturbed diners and concert-goers,
for we seemed to attract unwanted attention!

oh, we were such a big, gregarious gang,
kinda loud, rowdy and wobbly;
we invaded the space for pedestrains,
scaring guests who emerged from the hotel lobby!

at one point, i tumbled and fell over
some tall, soft moss under my feet;
boon how, the hero, came to my rescue,
jump down from a 3m-drain, he did!

after that, we were on the road again,
flying through the E-C-P;
soon, we reached the Cosy Bay,
a nice, quiant and quiet place to be.

i like the bridge there most of all,
except that we broke its rule
which told cyclists to dismount
and push their bikes through.

i like the view on top of Sheares Bridge too -
the silhouettes of buildings to behold,
their shimmering lights, their brilliant colours,
made me think of heaven with its beauty untold!

then we were off on the roads again,
and finally reached East Coast Park;
some used the toilets, some bought food
to fill their hungry stomachs!

i must tell you we had such good guides
who paced us along our way;
pro TY was assisted by fit TB,
with able JN to stop traffic, i say!

i must also tell you of some strong arms,
who carried my mountain bikey
up and sometimes down the stairs,
saving me much of my depleted energy!

soon, it was the homeward bound journey,
by then, i was more than happy
to be on my way back to sleep -
the medication had made me drowsy!

all 26 brave cyclists met at block 393,
to end our tour de Singapore;
thank God for joy, safety and mercies
which are new every morning and sure!