The sky turned dark and stormy onwards the riders had to go.
The were cradled by the awesome Alps as winds began to blow
Clinging to the handlebars and bringing the yellow shirt home
It was raining and the Tour De France was like a battle zone.
As the riders spilt like ten pins across the treacherous road.
Suddenly heading for town the leaders began to explode .
Neck and neck went a threesome who put on a blistering pace,
Home came the leaders Jersey but not many finished the race.
Tonight will be a stormy night so put your bikes away,
The Tour De France is over now but next years another day .
Another Tour De France celebrates the golden jubilee
The weather is brighter now and the pictures are clear to see .
The riders converge again on the sprint section of the race .
Like comets with no tail on bikes that prevail the stinging pace .
Riders push themselves beyond agony as they hit the wall.
Suddenly on the road a chain snaps and thirty take a fall .
Immediately picking themselves up they’re on their bikes again.
Three minutes from the finish riders moving in the fast lane.
Some have gone too early as others come from out of the pack
The winners white shirt has a black four leafed clover
on the back.
Its another stage of the Tour De France a hundred years on,
those days of sweating out penny farthing cycling have gone.