Mates

He’d made his preparations
There in his backyard;
Practised for many hours
Dressed in socks and leotard.
They’d all said it was impossible,
It just couldn’t be done;
When he left they laughed
And thought they’d all won.
But then he went and did it.
Then did it again for spite;
Then did it another three times
All on that very same night.
Nobody else has managed it
Though they’re all trying now
And he just stands and laughs 
And won’t show them how.
They’d said it was impossible
And left his ego sinking
But then he put his mind to work
And did some lateral thinking.
He’s still the only one successful
As of now and right up to date
And he’s a little bit embarrassed that
The whole world wants to be his mate.

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