Le Tour has started
With its spills and its thrills,
Broom wagons, bunch sprints,
Great rivalries, myths.

The peleton charges
For mile upon mile,
Up impossible climbs,
Down crazy descents.

And as a result
I’m somewhat distracted
When watching the highlights
This poem must stop.

My daily rhymes might become a little more perfunctory over the next few weeks…
(07.07.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
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