Heels and Hurdles
A round girl, with numbers held high,
Said, "This match, it's a sight for the eye!"
With smiles and with grace,
She'd circle the space,
Then tripped on her heels, with a flustered goodbye.
©bfa032125
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2025
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