Right feet wedged against the blocks,
Eager limbs met focussed brains.
Athletes faced their foes, the clock,
Deafened by the crowd’s acclaim.
Young, we hoped to prove our strength,
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Smashing records, seeking fame.
Each would go to any length,
Thrusting forth to stake our claim.
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“GO!” cried Miss. I ran, but soon,
Off it fell. My Egg! Damn spoon!
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Paul Hughes 2010
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Hmm, more difficult than I thought, this acrostic business…
The Winter Olympics: two thousand and six,
my granny set off for Turin.
She packed up her Zimmer frame, dentures and sticks,
some knitting and plenty of gin.
The bobsleigh was first, so she sat by the track,
when some silly man jabbed his knee in her back.
Granny hissed, crossly, “you terrible fool!”
and in the excitement her needles and wool
slipped off her lap and rolled under the bench,
gathering speed ‘til they fell in the trench.
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Gran watched in horror, “my knitting! Good Lord!”
By now the event had begun.
A bobsleigh whizzed by and my gran leaped aboard
“please follow that wool, everyone!”
They sped down the hill at a frightening pace,
they rescued Gran’s wool and came first in the race.
Gran thanked her team-mates “itth been tho mucth fun,
but pleathe help me look for my teeth everyone!”
They never did find where her gnashers had rolled,
so melted her medal, for dentures of GOLD!
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Paul Hughes 2010
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Granny says “I won the gold!
your granddad took the bronze. He
would have broken records, if he hadn’t
bashed his bonce. He saw the final hurdle
and took his final jump. He broke his pelvic
girdle. Oh, he landed with a thump!” Gran,
the nurse, she dried his tears and put him
on a stretcher. He says “I’d take the fall
again, ‘cos that’s the way I metcha!”
So granddad only won the bronze,
that’s how the story’s told. “But
I won your dear granddad,
and so I took the
gold!”
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Paul Hughes 2010
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