Bolt, Bolt, Bolt: a man, and a name, for all seasons

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.