School Sports Day Poem by C Richard Miles

I feel sort of sad;
I'm such a buffoon
‘Cos I fell over in the egg and spoon
But now, Mum and Dad,
I'll get my own back
When I finish first in the mixed infants' sack.

I'm crying again;
I've such a sad face
Since we came last in the three-legged race
But let me explain
I'm going to have fun
When I cross the line in the wheelbarrow run.

I'm desolate now;
I feel like a chump
‘Cos I tripped when I skipped in the hop, skip and jump
But I'll win somehow
‘Cos I'm never nervous
When leaping the barriers in the hundred yards hurdles.

I said it before;
I'm such a disgrace
‘Cos I dropped the baton in the relay race
But I'm hungry for more;
I'm sure I will win
When I throw the longest in the foam javelin.

I'm starting to flop.
I should have run faster;
My result in the obstacle race was such a disaster
But I never will stop;
We will settle the score
When we pull them over in the tug-of-war.

It was all over fast,
I found to my cost
When I looked back on the races I lost.
My team finished last
But let me be clear
We'll all be winners at sports day next year.