Twelve days of Christmas…

… alternative version

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
Grim winter sent to me
Twelve weeks to spring,
Eleven more night rides,
Ten frozen fingers,
Nine grimy gears,
Eight knackered bearings,
Seven splashy puddles,
Six layers of clothing,
Five muddy things,
Four great excuses,
Three degrees outside,
Two wet to ride,
And a grumpy rider in a bad mood

I’m sure you can do much better 😉

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