Though not a fan of these Olympics
I’m a time served full blown cynic
Who yearns for days when amateurs played these games.
Though I’m kind of supportive in me way
Directing our lost guests to the stadia
By bus or down the underground most days.
I’ve heard them with plummy accents
On the telly talking nonsense
About the way these games will turn us round.
Yet on the radio today
The legacy of these games
Could be that parks and running tracks will be closed down.
I can’t be doing with the upper class
What row them boats, and do dressage
Telling me how hard they’ve had to strive.
When a bike ride down the road from Stratford
Kids are sent to school without their breakfast
While their mums and dads are struggling to survive.
But the real point of me poem
Before our welcome visitors shoot off home
Concerns the media coverage given to said games.
It’s been a blimmin wonderful distraction
From footballs low-lifes, cheats and chavs
Adorning TV screens and sports back pages!
Yeah the freebie London papers
All our visitors got to savour
Were minus tales of: Joey, Rio and JT.
So our guest are sure to leave these shores
Recalling feats of professional sporting glory
Having missed the start of this years Premier League!