The Web Poetry Corner - Hardy Parkerson - Tour De France 1995
Tour De France 1995
by
Hardy Parkerson
They came around the bend all hornet-like:
Each one was helmeted and on his bike;
And as they travelled roads from town to town,
With backs bend over, feet churned up and down.
A woman darted out like a black cat,
And in the crowd a baby wore a hat;
The rider made the curve and he was spilled:
the first TOUR DE FRANCE rider ever killed.