Tour de…

He was a tour de force,

In the Tour de France;

he had to dance

to his chance;

and, without a backward glance,

he won!

The Sun shone upon him,

then he was gone!

Nobody knew his name,

nobody knew his fame;

I couldn’t even award him the cup,

or the winners medal,

nor the jersey, yellow –

he just had to pedal

back to Kent,

from whence he’d come;

and I was left speechless,

gobsmacked,

dumb.

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