The Sprint Poem by Gabriel Jirgba

Up n' fast...one's, two's Speedily was the sylph Sprinting fast and swift Like a wind blown silk So fast also was the air With the speed of a flair In n' outta her like a whirl To the halt: as she scoot Racing were hearts-Will she psych?
Will she bring home a gold Sphinx? Someone's overtaking her; Alas!
Now on high pace; hopping track fells
Faster n' faster-She's making a pair
Hoping(praying) to make her sight clear