On my morning commute,
about quarter past eight,
I'm cycling along,
trying not to be late,
but something approaches,
and forces a stop,
a man wearing Lycra,
so tight he might pop,
it hugs every limb,
and clings to his skin,
it really defines,
any movement within,
it makes him go faster,
but that's not my concern,
nor is the worry about friction burn,
my main cause of fret,
and it should be his too,
is how visible his junk is,
but what can I do?
I swallow my vomit,
and get on my way,
sure to be haunted,
for the rest of the day,
he might be quite nimble,
his pace might be quick,
but that grip can't be healthy,
for that poor man's... genitals.
