Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Here is my attempt at a poem for the A&I challenge:
'Twas the night before the big race, when all through the house
Tommy was snoring, impossible to rouse.
The swimsuits were hung in the bathroom with care,
in hopes that race time soon would be there.
The triathletes were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of medals danced in their heads.
And Tommy in his pajamas, and I in my swim cap,
had just settled our brains to study the relief map.
When on the bedside table there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the alarm clock I flew like a flash,
Turned off the snooze button, and got ready to dash.
The moon was reflecting off of the new-fallen snow
It gave the impression that this race may be slow,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a warm up shack and a cold beer.
With a newfound swimming partner, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he had a great whip kick.
More rapid than eagles, his swimming became,
and I fell behind and shouted and called him a name:
"Hey Don't Go! Don't leave me behind!
I'll catch you! You just wait until I catch you biking the incline!
To the edge of the pylon!
To the shore line!
Now transition! Transition!
Transition in time!"
As the bike course had a wild hurricane wind in the air,
When you bike down the hill, try your best not to despair.
So up to the transition they once again flew,
With one more course down, and stomach full of Gu.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the sidelines
The spectators all cheering and dressed to the nines.
As I drew in a breath and started running the course,
I passed the mile markers like a tour de force.
I was dressed all in spandex, from my head to my foot,
and I knew that the finish line would soon be underfoot.
Over the finish line I went happy as could be,
Quick where's the bathroom, I really have to pee!!