Poetry competition CLOSED 16th July 2023 2:54pm
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wallyroo92
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The story of your triathlon
Poetry Contest Description
So you dreamed of completing one....and you did OR you're still thinking about it while watching such events on TV?
The couch potato in you wants to get out there and swim, bike, run but you get up only to get a fresh drink from the fridge?
Poem to 50 lines preferred but acceptable to about 100 lines.
Poem to 50 lines preferred but acceptable to about 100 lines.
If pigs could fly
If pigs could fly,
Imagine the mess at airporcs
Imagine if one had to come
For an emergency landing
But first had to unload excess manure
All over the place
Imagine neighbors blocking roads
Honking in protests against the smell
And the noise at all hours
Imagine a collision on the ground
A huge fire....all this bacon ready to eat
Or much toooooooo grilled to consume
Yes, if only pigs could fly
Yes, all these silly thoughts swirling around my head
As I was mentally trying to prepare for my
Upcoming Triathlon training
Swimming.......biking......running......
Trying to figure this out while comfortably
Sitting on the couch, cold drinks and chips in reach
Yes, a triathlon.
If pigs could only fly.......
Imagine the mess at airporcs
Imagine if one had to come
For an emergency landing
But first had to unload excess manure
All over the place
Imagine neighbors blocking roads
Honking in protests against the smell
And the noise at all hours
Imagine a collision on the ground
A huge fire....all this bacon ready to eat
Or much toooooooo grilled to consume
Yes, if only pigs could fly
Yes, all these silly thoughts swirling around my head
As I was mentally trying to prepare for my
Upcoming Triathlon training
Swimming.......biking......running......
Trying to figure this out while comfortably
Sitting on the couch, cold drinks and chips in reach
Yes, a triathlon.
If pigs could only fly.......
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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The San Diego Caesar of Triathlons' Secret Formula
or
All Doped Up and Somewhere To Swim, Chariot, and Run To
The anti-doping system, under the wise guidance of WADA, spends at least
$228 million per year --
mostly to cover the cost of performing about 300,000 doping tests on wasted youths."
-- The World of Anti-Sense Testing Eejits, or
WASTE
*
"Natavi; Bicycli; Cucurri;
T Times -- Urinam meam bibi!"
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the worldwide Pain unnecessary of countless children athletes
each year
injured, paralyzed, and killed
a revolving helios rhyming couplet monologue dramatic menippean satire on
glory
(like dope like, dude!)
july, 2023 -- yet deep underground
a Rational poet
not a good sport
All Doped Up and Somewhere To Swim, Chariot, and Run To
The anti-doping system, under the wise guidance of WADA, spends at least
$228 million per year --
mostly to cover the cost of performing about 300,000 doping tests on wasted youths."
-- The World of Anti-Sense Testing Eejits, or
WASTE
*
"Natavi; Bicycli; Cucurri;
T Times -- Urinam meam bibi!"
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the worldwide Pain unnecessary of countless children athletes
each year
injured, paralyzed, and killed
a revolving helios rhyming couplet monologue dramatic menippean satire on
glory
(like dope like, dude!)
july, 2023 -- yet deep underground
a Rational poet
not a good sport
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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Iron None
When I was young I could run a six minute mile
As the years progressed that turned into nine
Now I barely make a twelve as I break a sweat
With the eerie feeling like I’m running out of time
When I was young I could swim laps like a fish
Glide through the water with ease and (free)style
Nowadays my beer belly seems to get in the way
My sixpack turned into a keg and a lap takes a while
When I was young I could ride my bicycle for hours
I toured the city going into different neighborhoods
My legs burned but my heart yearned for adventure
Now ten minutes on the stationary bike is just as good
On my 39th birthday I made a promise to myself
I’d train for a triathlon for a year or at least try
(The Olympic one of course, not the iron one)
And to begin I’d run ten miles before sunrise
Little did I know that my body wasn’t ready
A pull here, a crack there, setbacks everywhere
The years passed and the goal got delayed more
Time slipped away without any pomp or fanfare
Then one day watching the World Iron Man Triathlon
I saw an 86 year old nun completing her forty-fifth
I said to myself “if she can do it, what’s my excuse?”
As I sat on the couch having some beer and chips
Now at forty-nine I'm slow but I take my time
My five mile runs are nowhere near the Iron Nun
I guess I have a new outlook with a steady pace
So before the sun comes up I get them done
Written by wallyroo92
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