Hey Contador....Lance Is Still The King Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

Hey Contador
You're just a bore
Your legs are strong
You're fit and young
You won the tour
But you're not much more

Lance rode you all the way to Paris
Pained you so you wished he'd perish
But he never did
Though you passed him against the wishes of the team
a childish tantrum it did seem
Because his presence threatened you
Scared the Hell out of you
Though he was just toying...it's true
Broken shoulder and up in age too
He still got the better of you
While fulfilling his role as teammate to get you through

His determination was pure delight
At least he had the courage to make it a fight
While you worried each night
Trying to rub it in that you were right
But the public is not so dim
When you rode up the last climb
They cheered for him
He showed more heart than you could ever win
There is more to a winner than a trophy or pin

So good luck next year
Though insults now you spew
Lance though past his prime
Will hand another lesson to you
Better train your butt off
And keep him in view
he's far superior in knowledge and skill too
If you're not perfect
He'll get the better of you

So best luck in next year's Tour De France
I'm putting my money on Lance!