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6 Music Breakfast's resident poet Murray Lachlan Young joined Shaun this morning with a special poem about the Lycra Dad Off from the lights like a bullet from a gun Lycra dad Lycra dad Going like an Elk in the midday sun Lycra dad Lycra dad Sucking up the burn Past the junior classes Full length body stocking Wrap-round glasses Eyes on the prize with the piston thighs Taking motivation from the children’s cries Who’s Dad’s that Dad? Who’s dad’s that Dad? Who’s Dad’s that Dad? Who’s dad’s that Dad? Boom like a jet plane half way markers Blocking out the static of the past disasters Lycra Dad Lycra Dad Smoking to the front with his elbows flaring Surging past the pack with whole school staring Now is his time Now is his time Now is his time Now is his time Don’t look now Another Dad’s on his shoulder Three stone heavier Ten years older Lycra Dad Lycra Dad Carrying a beer And screaming baby Holding up his phone For a high speed selfie Go Dad, go Dad Go Dad, go Dad! Go Dad, go Dad Go Dad, go Dad! Oooooooooooooooooh! Nice long holiday Prozac daily Sports psychologist’s Name is Haley Visualise your victory Hear the crowd cheer Fail, fail again fail better Train harder wear more lycra And there’s always next year.