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Topic: Sport or Fitness (02/15/07)
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By Helen Paynter
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My New Year’s Resolution – sport!
I thought of every game,
Aspired to sporting excellence
And glory for my name,
Determined that I would succeed
To general acclaim;
But wondered which would aptly suit
My rather chubby frame.
Without delay I bought a bike,
(I am a real go-getter)
But on Day Three it poured with rain
And I was never wetter;
I straight away decided - maybe
Soccer would be better,
And only then did I receive
The envied yellow sweater.
Since soccer is a noble sport
I did not feel regret,
But willingly ran round the pitch
And worked up quite a sweat;
But goal-less, disillusioned, I
To shot-put did defect -
And then with sweet precision
Put the shot into the net.
The aim of shot-put - so I’ve heard
The cognoscenti say:
Project the blessed implement
A hundred miles away.
I gasped and heaved to no avail
The best part of one day;
But once I took up golf, I found
The ball did go astray.
The point of golf, I understand,
From hole one through eighteen -
To get the ball into the hole
With strokes both few and clean.
But after losing fifty balls
I had to quit the scene;
And switched to snooker where at least
The ball starts on the green.
But snooker’s stubborn slippery balls
Have really got me beat.
I’ve tried it all – I’m done in now,
Conceding my defeat.
I’m not cut out for fitness,
I never can compete;
I’ll hobble past my rusting bike
And rest my Athlete’s feet.
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Snooker is like pool, played on a green baize cloth.
In cycling races (notably the Tour de France) the leader from the previous day wears a yellow sweater to mark him out.
Y'all know what shot-put and soccer (which I call football) are, now, don't you?
Or playing in the street;
I mostly like to stay home;
and rest my aching feet.
But you said cognoscenti
Where did you find the time;
To find this for your poem;
And put it into rhyme?
Count yourself so lucky
Count yourself so blessed
I'll not compete with you, dear,
You truly are the best!
I totally admire people who can do poetry, let alone do it as effortlessly as you appear to have done this. (Yes, I'm sure it wasn't totally effortless, but it sure looks it.)
Kudos too to the commenter who used poetry to give feedback. Wow - what a comment.