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At the Olympics Awards Ceremony
You are the one we’d love to beat.
We train, we strain, we sweat. We cheat.
Anything to win the heat
and gain the glory of your defeat.
You are so handsome, fit and neat.
Sure of hand and swift of feet,
with fame and glory, you are replete—
the hero of each match and meet.
You are not boastful, do not bleat
your successes down every street.
You are humble and discreet.
You do not replay and repeat
each mile covered. Nor do you greet
those you’ve defeated when we meet
with prideful leer or smile cloying—
but still, we find your fame annoying.
You win each medal, then repeat
year after year at every meet.
Your well-toned muscles, hair like wheat,
make you every lady’s treat––
propel you to the winner’s seat,
your win made obvious and concrete
while those below complain and cuss.
Could you not leave some fame for us???
Well I guess my attitude was a bit different when I was in school. I was not much at being competitive. I mostly thought about myself and did my best to win. If I did not I was there to hug the person who beat me. So I never much did team sports, mostly track. distance runs, high jump etc. I took state in “high jump” once in California and my metal was absconded by a girl I was dating.
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