by | Jul 25, 2012 | Poetry | 0 comments

Olympic Gods, Celeb’s et al, flash by
As ‘Transport Mouthpiece’ warbles sad refrain
On inside track no others may rely
Adhere to rules “Free up” the nearside lane
I’m “On my Marks” bereft of starting line
‘GB’ flies proud, o’er trailers placed at rear
Yon tailbacks stretch in deference to time
Stiff upper lip, ’tis what’s required here
Perchance doth reach said ‘hallowed’ parking lot
Then run such ‘Gauntlet’ as ‘Security’
Bear witness to such scenes as time forgot
In bringing ancient ‘Games’ for all to see
Whilst ‘IOC’ greet Majesty and fawn
Our ‘One’ doth ask, “Where’s everybody gawn”


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