12 October 2010

An Ode

As once the dinosaurs roamed the earth
Those of old must give a berth
With youth a must in an ageing team
A policy should bring the cream

As old and young take the field of battle
Project lactate will define the cattle
Hiding in the soft serve bunch
Won’t give the war that needed punch

For those who seek to win the prize
Quon’s the place where the cream will rise
As old bull talks and young bull listens
Tridents watch, as the sweat, it glistens

For those who cannot reach the bar
And seek thee not to ride too far
Then seek ye out a cafe bike
And find your latte and take a hike

Should you wish to ride out hard
And put your mark on a winners card
Then stand ye up in blue and gold

And give it all before you’re old.

5 comments:

The QUON poet laureate said...

Love it. Nice work.

A fellow Young Bull said...

Young bulls - keeping it done!

Anonymous said...

young bulls = so full of shit.old bulls will smash yous

Pysie and his Young Bulls said...

Bring it on old man!

Rads and his saggy balls said...

I yern for the days of pink cycling gear. Is the the end for the QUON??