Sunday Scribblings had the topic "Tribe"
It’s four o’clock in the morning:
A swimmer is lapping the pool.
Sometime later, my alarm goes;
And I curse it for being so cruel.
A well-structured diet of raw protein
Helps a weightlifter prepare to jerk*
I have some toast and some coffee
And make a sandwich to take off to work.
The runner relentlessly circles the track,
His cartilage pounded to jelly.
I shower with my back to the mirror
To ignore the bulge of my belly.
The cyclist is pushing the limits,
On the monitors, the heart-rate red-lines.
I enjoy a quiet and relaxing evenings
With a relatively decent bedtimes.
There’s no denying the dedication
Of athletes in pursuit of their dream.
But there’s not one bone in my body
That wants to be part of their team.
“It’s Gold, Gold, Gold for Australia!”
The announcer screams with delight,
Don’t give me that tribal nonsense;
I’ve gone to bed for the night.
© 2012 J Cosmo Newbery
*Well, that’s what they call it...
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