Ode to Blobby Robby

Norfolk is as flat as Flanders,
So time in the saddle is sore on Anders,
LEJOG is now only weeks away,
Miles under the belt will carry much sway,
We can sit at home staring at the pot,
Or get on the bike and produce some snot,
Pints will be downed of that I am sure,
But with respect to Anders it is not a cure,
Our carbon frames will bend under the strain,
Climbing the hills will be quite a drain,
Blobby to the front, setting the pace,
He has said more than once, "It is not a race!"
The miles will come, the miles will go,
Where is the next pub? We dinnae know,
Blobby to the front, Si at the rear,
Me in the middle, nothing to fear,
Drafting behind Blobby will be quite a breeze,
Watchful of Anders getting too much of a squeeze,
Should he explode, while we are moving at pace,
I'll take a dive and Si'll get it in the face!