Stage Seventeen took us into Pra Loup,
With Peter Sagan in the breakaway group,
He gobbled some points up as Degenkolb glared,
Vaugrenard won it – the sprinters despaired,

Before all this happened, Tejay left the tour,
In tears at the roadside, it was just not his ‘jour’,
He vacated from third spot, and may have gone higher,
As Quintana’s attacks may eventually tire,

Back to the head of the field, and the group of nigh thirty,
The sprinters went backwards as the Allos started hurting,
Simon Geschke was lurking, and he pulled out ahead,
Leaving all the contenders behind him for dead.

Pinot started chasing, on the way down Allos,
His descending’s been better (though his climbing’s still boss),
But he lost his back wheel, then lost balance and spirit,
Talansky flew past, and Uran, trying to win it,

Yet neither caught Geschke and he rolled up in first,
As the lead group was clashing and eventually burst,
Into life on the way down after Contador fell,
He was distanced like Sagan (who was with him as well),

And though Nibali probed as they climbed to Pra Loup,
There was little he could do to splinter the group,

The victory to Geschke – a fifth German day,
Though Pinot gets closer, as the Tour works it way,

Up Alps (though not down them), a French win must come soon,
Even if it’s as nought to the finish of Froome.