Rain on the Champs
The cobbles like ice
The women’s race
was slip slide-y
Not nice
The most aggressive
rider—Romain Bardet
Will fight with Ma Nature
On his bike to stay
Jens Voigt in a suit
is enormously cute
He has both smile and umbrella
His first Tour commentary
Has been smart and merry
He must be a most happy fella
This year’s race was astounding
fought down to the line
A corker whose memory
will stand test of time
Even just blogging
was a physical test
I will miss the pain
like all the rest
Chris sips champage
diluted with rain
and perhaps tears of happiness?
The sprint lies ahead
highly contested
Andre Greipel would love
not to be bested
Mark Cavendish is on the defense
His team for next season
is on the fence
Today is one of celebration
Tomorrow contract negotiation
Musical chairs for many riders
Blood, sweat and budgets
make desperate deciders
But now it’s the march around
Arc de Triomphe de l’Etoile
Despite the rain a thrill for all
The GC clock stops
As does the rain
Just 10 more laps
and an end to pain
and the start of fame
for this year’s edition
the sprinters obsessing
on their lead out position
I need to get something off my chest
Peter Sagan’s hair is just the best
Millionaire hair I’m wont to say
He’s got the Green and could win today!
Some say he could stand to lose a kilo
Mais Non! Ne touchez pas a curl on this super-hero!
Punctures galore as the lads race for gloire
The roads are dry
Lotto paces their guy
The sun comes out
for the final lap
Greipel takes it
That’s that about that!
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