A Pome a Day for a Year

Trevor Stains looked so dashing,
for that is what he had hoped to do,
in Lycra of orange and pink and blue,
and prepared for some sporty clashing!

This was the highest race of France
in terms of importance and shine.
Trevor’s training and personal best time,
achieved through a tough focused trance.

So many competitors alongside him
their stares and their scoffs did not bother
for his speed so fast he would hover
and the medal and pole position win!

The starting line was bunched up with a roar,
Trevor shook his body to loosen all muscles
And brought both knees to his chest with a hustle
for he was about to even the score.

The starting line judge spotted our Trevor
then paused all his rivals and the like,
he spluttered about him not having a bike,
and left our hero not feeling so clever.

He through he could win while on foot,
for his legs, oh so robotic and fast,
and made of material to last,
but they angrily gave him the boot.