Cracked Eggs

The gravelly paths throw dusty air,

Ratchet clicks top hushing grass,
Sweat breaks-out beneath my hair,
Miniature bombers dive by fast.

A cratered road like minefield lies,
We weave around with skill.
Zips and hoots, defiant cries,
And hard we force uphill.

Feet off peddles coasting back
Like varnished oars on metal rowlocks,
A sudden jolted heavy thwack
Full weight on throbbing bollocks

My balls, my balls, my balls, my balls. I feel like such a dummy.
MY BALLS! THE PAIN! MY BALLS! THE PAIN! A fizzing in my tummy.