Sonnets

Triathlete’s sonnett

Standing near naked and waiting to start.
In disorder and chaos we begin.
Off to the pool deck and you must look smart.
Make a fast breaststroke if you hope to win.
Dripping and wet now you’re off to your bike.
Towel off, jump on and then peddle like mad.
But stay safe, don’t crash and turn at the spike.
You’re ahead of the crowd and don’t look bad.
Fast to the tape line and dump off your wheels.
On to your own feet and run to the sign.
It’s your hardest leg, or that’s how it feels.
So close to the end, cross over the line.
Another one done and medal in hand.
Sunday morning triathlon’s, aren’t they grand!

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