The Unicyclist's End Poem by Alan Sandham

I see a unicycle lurch,
Its rider on his precarious perch;

It does not get him very far,
Sideswiped by a funeral car,
Its boxed-in occupant who
Moved up the undertaker's queue
Misjudging by a sufficient smidgen
The velocity of a feral pigeon,
Took his speeding motorbike
Off a bridge into a dyke.

The sorry moral of this tale
Is get your fill of cakes and ale;
Whether brought about by car or bird,
The end is apt to be absurd.