With a power that belies our deceptive grace,
we vault via breathtaking triple-lutz
into first place - on points,
and for style,
to a technical disqualification for skating naked.
Well, for goodness and gracious sakes! We have always
been in training, making
for the finals
for some impersonal best world record - maybe,
I say maybe,
we should shoot for something more. Forget
the Games, the record, let's break it
I will steal gold
if you distract China,
we can totally make it.
We have no drugs.
Performance-enhancing or otherwise - the others
can't compete against us, but
how 'bout we let them catch up,
if they will agree to split the score?
Hey what is this stuff?
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years. Try the RANDOM button to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.
*I haven't yet revisited many pockets and stretches of time to appraise and label the "any goods," so some are missing. Please feel free to point out omissions, or - especially - erroneous inclusions, in comments.