Watching Olympic Figure Skating
The skaters glide across the ice,
Perform a triple axel, twice!
But sometimes fall and pay the price;
I don’t know how they do it.
For if a slip is somehow made,
Perhaps by tripping on a blade,
A beaming face is still displayed
As if they never knew it.
Until the point the music ends
When each performer comprehends
He’ll earn no medal dividends
Because he somehow blew it.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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