Blowing from the north northeast,
I cannot feel my ears,
This wind's so hard I barely move
In spite of shifting gears.
The lactic acid's building,
Tears and sweat are in my eyes,
I hate these fit, fast cyclists,
I hate their spandexed thighs.
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hahahaha
ReplyDeletegreat use of meter+matter--i love that "spandexed thighs," the rhyme combo we are waiting for the entire last stanza, puncuates the whole thought--it's fantastic.