Why Geoff is a Bike Tan Fan
by Geoffrey Sirett
Tans are already pretty fantastic.
I must admit, I am a fan.
Bike tans, however, are miraculous.
Here is the BOP tan span…
The Triscuit is exceptional.
It fails to accept any solar power.
It thwarts any chance to stray its pigment,
Like a stubborn flute-playing white flower.
The Larry Berry is like a fairy,
She flies close to the sun.
Her wings stay white, but over time,
A temperate tan does run.
The Enns bends light across the thigh,
His day-off shorts run higher
Than his spandex line defined,
The tan-line fades from varied attire.
The Westerly Wind cools down the burn
Of a warming sun that’s ceaseless,
He tries to fool the farmers arm tan
When he changed from sleeved to sleeveless.
Stephansplatz defies the rules, but cleverly disguises.
The dark skin does of course get darker, but the sneaky surprise is…
That although the exposed skin begins to darken and freshens,
The unexposed does darken too, and so the group asks questions.
We await confessions of private naked tanning sessions.
Like Chelsea’s fear of basement bikes
When the post-concert sun has gone down,
The fear of burn reveals itself
A nose now golden brown.
His spandex shorts so tight and unyielding
The line defined from advanced sun shielding.
But none compares to the eyes’ arrest
Of my back: a white human skin vest.
