GP500 m/cycles at Philip Island

long ago in a far_away land	the pilgrimage begins	many beer stops later	they arrive at the holy land
all shapes	all sizes	wait come back	they arrived by day and by night
some rode casual	the unlawful were smoted	perchance to see a past hero	some came prepared
some brought their homes	slowly they filled the stadium	the poor ate grass	the rich in luxury
but all were proud of their tribe	and then it begun	the warriors came from every land	the best of the best
as they battled to win	they rode their machines up to 200mph	and yet no blood was spilled	cheered on by 70,000 followers
and soon it was over	they gathered to cheer their heroes	and hear their last words	patiently leaving the stadium
it was time to go home	a last word to friends	ok and a last beer