Her Sport Poem by Randy McClave

I saw her at the gym
She had a beautiful smile and a perfect face,
She looked in shape and fit and trim
I then told her, I bet that she does race.
She then gave me a passing smile
I then told her that I enjoy to lift weights,
Then I thought to myself for a while
As on the bar I added some more plates.
I then flexed her my biceps
To show her how strong that I am,
Then I flexed her my triceps
My muscles she then refused to give an exam.

She told me that she too was in sports
Then I was very impressed,
I asked her did she dribble a ball down the court
Or in a cheerleader uniform Is she dressed?
Does she run track and field
Or maybe in the sand she plays volleyball,
Maybe a tennis racket she does yield
Or maybe its hitting a ball against the wall.
Maybe she's a swimmer in races
Or maybe she's a diver off of a diving board,
Maybe in softball she catches and runs the bases
Maybe in soccer kicking the ball she has scored.
She said, "no! " to all the sports that I asked
Then I asked her maybe she was a golfer,
I then said that my last thought I will cast
She then. shook her fist at me saying, "no", "no", "no", I'm a boxer.

Randy L. McClave