Darell C. Provencher

That shimmering sun upon the velodrome glare
Beckons the young and the old to sharpen their stare
As they hasten their wheeled steeds from barrier to turn
And the cruel masters of the course cause their legs to burn
Upon the sight of a sofa made of golden brocade
Awaits the victor of the Cross Crusade

(OK, it's ugly and we'll sell it for cheap. $100 obo. See link below for
pics)

Thanks.

http://portland.craigslist.org/clc/fuo/1979252841.html