I jumped and
grabbed the rings and swung around,
through my flying crucifix,
slipped - I crashed into the ground,
laughed and scored me two point six.
blunt, my spindles too much air,
horse was not my cup of tea,
I hit the
deck while half-way through my flare,
laughed and gave me two point three.
The high bar
should have been my main event,
salto flyaway was great,
I missed the
bar, and sadly, down I went,
laughed and scored me two point eight.
like a legend back at school,
twist with tuck right through the dive,
springboard broke – I stood there like a fool,
laughed and scored me naught point five.
were rough, and not that parallel,
splinters stood out like a porcupine,
were ripped to shreds and down I fell,
laughed and scored me one point nine.
wheeled like the world’s best acrobat ,
somersaulted in the air and spun,
should have landed on the mat,
laughed and scored me two point one.
won the gold that day,
gymnasts called it robbery,
received some lowly scores, but hey!
the rest of
them were even worse than me!
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