No way through?

Last weekend, because of the storm We didn’t go out quite as norm But today did our usual ride Beyond Cricklade, out t’other side

A driver stopped for us to tell That down the road a tree had fell He said that through we couldn’t go Ah, but how little did he know

For though there was no way around It wasn’t touching all the ground So through the branches we could fit If we just bent over a bit

Obviously we did dismount But I maintain it still does count For it was certainly most true That we were able to get through

We wonder how long it will stay On that road and right in the way It’s going to be another week Before we go again to peek