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“Well Done Emily”

“Well Done Emily”

Thirty seconds of static stretching
Tightening her calf muscles & letting go
Then she did six 100-meter strides
Warming up is very important you know

As ready as she would ever be
She poised her position on the foot bar
Crouched low like a cheater
Set to speed like a racing car

Emily is a fantastic long distance runner
Her gym teacher told her so
This lass could run as fast as the wind
Well you should have seen her go

The starter pistol was fired into the air
Emily was off like a hyena
A puff off smoke streaked everywhere
This race was ten laps around the arena

She had overtaken four opponents already
Her teacher told her “Go steady”
“Don’t worry Mr. Pickup, I am definately ready”

Emily loves to run
This lass had found her perfect niche
She spends all her passtime practising
Galloping around the football pitch

So today was no exception
Emily simply had to win
She has the physique of an olympic gold medalist
Just like a young deer but brawn within

Her timing was perfection
As she reached the finishing tape
A loud cheer of rapturous applauds
With the spectators mouths agape

She had won her race by a mile
Tho no one doubted her ability
Her little face wore a colossal smile
Emily lacks no ‘Self-determination’ & agilty
 

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