A Cycling Lament

From a Sunday ride after stopping at Camp David

Spring has sprung

The grass has ris

I wonder where my axle skewer is?

My tyre was near flat when I arrived

It is now repaired but the wheel is deprived

Of the important bit that holds it to the frame

How can I carry on with this game?

With cellphone poised to seek some help

On hands and knees the searching bunch lets out a yelp

One skewer is to hand and soon put back on the wheel

Enabling the bunch to continue its normal Sunday deal