Tess's charming picture of a bicycle with a lady aboard reminded me of an incident in Coventry, England, U.K in 1055 A.D., when another steed carrying another shameless lady trotted through the streets on some protest or other.
If Godiva was really a lady
she'd keep all her charms where it's shady.
And the town's Peeping Tom
would not see her bare bum
nor her horse's, though both are real shapely.
The Critic - "Shapely" is not a rhyme for "Shady." Or "Lady."
The Doctor - I'm sorry. I'm sorry. The lady on the bicycle distracted me.
The Critic - Neither is "Tom" a rhyme for "Bum."
The Doctor - I'll be back, pal.
There once was a critic called Mustard
who thought the Doc's brain would be flustered
by all those bare bums.
He might well think "ripe plums"
then imagine them covered in custard.