On my lunchtime ride today,
I pedaled through Chilfrome on my way.
Up the hill I rode with glee,
To avoid the valley where it might be wet, you see.
The temperature today was fine,
Around thirteen degrees, so divine.
The wind from the west blew strong,
But the hedge blocked it, so I didn’t mind it long.
From the entrance to a farm up high,
I saw a view that caught my eye.
Cattistock, in all its glory,
Made me stop and marvel at the story.
So glad I took this road today,
On my lunchtime ride, what a lovely way,
To clear my head and stretch my legs,
And enjoy the beauty that nature begs.
I asked ChatGPT to re-write my paragraph into that poem… I’m not that good..
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