Now which one is the mad pace-setter, the one lurking strategically in the middle of the pack, or the dark horse as yet bringing up the rear?
Anything stars can do, you can improve on!
Hear the crowd roar as your legs get a move on!,
Win the Heptathlon with abs like an Ennis,
Whitewash Serena or Venus at tennis,
Swim so much faster than Michael or Missy,
Ride so you make Sir Chris Hoy seem a sissy!
Never despair if in moments of blueness
Doubt should creep in of your wonderful you-ness.
Life is no game for the quitter and crawler,
Tuck in your tummy, look two inches taller;
Only the wimps and the preeners and poncers,
Let down themselves and their corporate sponsors!
Lastly, avoid tales of torment in training,
Forced to plough on with your hamstrings complaining;
Lady Luck favours those full of guts, dash and brio -
Keep that in mind as you roll down to Rio!
Last edited by Jerome Betts; 08-07-2012 at 05:42 PM.
Reason: It's Sir Christopher Hoy + tweaks and 4 lines
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