Ode To Bradley Wiggins

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Oh Wiggins, oh Bradley
I love you quite madley
You look tres sexee
In the yellow jersey
Vous etes tres bon
Avant le peloton
With your mates Cav and Froome
To Paris you'll zoom
Do your side burns help you steer?
When you win I will shed a tear.

Wiggo is le maillot jaune
But my loyalties are torn
Because I'd much rather have
A night in with the lovely CAV :o

Bye hec. I knows what you mean. Being from that there Yorkshire.

But doest no one fancy Frome?

He cycled lonely as a cloud
And pumped those thighs o'er grass and dirt
When all at once he saw a crowd
A host, of golden yellow shirts;
Forget Mr Froome, ignore that Sanchez,
Brad will trash them down the Champs Elysee.

Hassled. Inspirational.

What a scorching stage win for the Wiggmeister!

He roundly whupped their sorry asses.

More poetry needed, to spur him on over that finishing line demain en Gay Paris.

Go Wiggers!!

Bradley you're an inspiration,

Cheering souls across the nation,

Forget the colours red,white,blue

Yellow is the shade for YOU !!

Nicely done bossy. More please.

So chuffed for Brad what a dude.

Amazing performance

I wonder how they avoid saddle chafing? -it gets me after cycling a mile!

Bradley Wiggins is a cycler

His arse is clad in Lycra

He has two pads -

To protect his nads

And thighs formed from Formica.

Hairy I believe copious amounts of Vaseline & strategic padded strapping

Well now that he has won two Gold Medals and the Tour de France which is definitely one up on Chris Hoy, can he be knighted too?

Dear Bradley you look like a Mod

And you certainly have a hot bod

Dressed all in yellow

You look like a lovely fellow

And make me go all moist mellow

Jacaqueen like your rhymes.

Interesting that Vaseline and chamois cream rhyme.

Sorry I am unable to do verse at the mo. wine related.. .

Bradley Wiggins
All you need is the leggins
To go with your yellow top
You're the only good news we've had
(cause things here are really bad)
Summers turned out a right flop.

Bradley Wiggins
In your skin tight leggings
Speak to Seb Coe
And let him let you go
On Friday in the arena high
Like ET on a bike in the sky
For yes you do have the fame
To light the Olympic flame

He rides atop a velocipede

He zooms round France at breakneck speed

His facial hair is quite disarming

But overall, the chap is charming.

Oh Mr Wiggins,Bradley

I love you truly, madly

Deeply & quite badly

'Tis bound to end,quite sadly,

When you win.

This is the best thread ever. I've been hooked to Le tour since I were a little un and this year has been amazing. The poetry here is just the icing on the cycling cake.

These are brilliant. I wonder it Brad will read them?

Bradley you are an inspiration
Bring the yellow jersey to the nation
A British winner of the tour de France
You are faster, fitter and better than Lance

This thread is quoted in today's Independent on Sunday, with a bit of Hassled's poem!

No way!!!!!!!!!!!!