Thursday, September 24, 2009

An Ode to Cyclocross

As the weekend draws close I can feel it
The cheering so loud I can hear it
The whistles will blow
And with the word "go"
the riders fly off with spirit

Without too much flash
The racers will clash
And fight for some small chunk of cash

With each fall a thud
In snow, sand or mud
Each racer will earn his cold bud

Some fans at the run up will cheer
While others are likely to jeer
Mostly because they've had some beer

All the racers feel pain
And some will want rain
But undoubtedly they will all complain

But they'll come back each week
Because they are geeks
And because they all love the races

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