Each July I am in front of the tele with Versus on watching the tour de france bicycle race. Naturally, I must compose a poem to my favorite sport, next to track and field....
July and time for the Tour
Will it be another podium for Contador?
Can Schleck keep from jumping the chain?
Will doping rear its head again?
I'll root for Basso and Liquigas
or Team Garmin and the Americans
Danielson, Zabriskie, Van Velde and Ferrar fast.
I hope Leipheimer or Horner win a stage
Remnants of Armstrong's legendary age.
Hincapie on BMC in his final Tour
Never again to lead the peloton up the
steep Col de Tourmalet.
On his wheels the young Garderen and Pate glide
The Highroad welcoming the white jersey young riders.
In twenty-one stages the yellow jersey is crowned
And hopefully I'll just be inspired to pedal around.
98 years of cycling through France
Still they hate the Americans and Lance.
Kids and trikes grow into men on bikes.
But in our country it's all in fall football hikes.
No matter, come July second I'll be glued to Versus
Eagerly listening to Paul and Phil
call the race for us
Me in my tight lycra attire
the seams about to bust!
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