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.