Let's take a moment to exult
The mighty, wondrous Usain Bolt
And marvel at his great result _
Best measured less by time than volt
And worthy of a Derby colt,
His magic smacking of occult.
He soared to gold, this thunderbolt
Who gave the Rio crowd a jolt
And left its senses in revolt,
With hearts about to catapult.
It's clearly not that difficult
For any normal, sane adult
(Whose thinking you would not insult,
Someone who's surely not a dolt)
To see, without need to consult,
This winged man is now a cult.