NATURAL ATHLETEA Poem by Phil Roberts
When I was at school
They used to put me in running races And I would run as fast as I could But my little legs made limited progress When we played rugby If someone passed the ball to me It was as if my hands and eyes Weren't on speaking terms They would give me things to throw Stuff like javelins and things But my arms were too short To provide the necessary leverage But when I was out on the streets Whenever the cry went up of "Leg it lads! " I was uncatchable By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil Roberts |
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Added on August 12, 2016 Last Updated on August 12, 2016 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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