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The Championship Race 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The starting pistol sounded
And the red shirt took the lead.
The crowd gasped as he bounded
At full spate.
And with the first bend rounded,
He had left them all for dead,
So focussed as he pounded
Down the straight.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The first lap was a cracker
And world record pace was set,
The others seemed to lack a
Bit of heart.
Perhaps they started slacker
For they’d not perceived the threat,
For the red shirt had no tracker
From the start.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 But through will and sheer persistence,
Several rivals found their feet,
And whittled back the distance
To the front.
But the leader showed resistance
And had no thoughts of defeat,
Spurred on by the existence
Of a hunt.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 With just one lap remaining,
The ensuing pack was split,
Three runners slowly reining
In the gap.
The Drawda man was gaining,
But he lacked required grit,
And stumbled on that straining
Final lap.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The red and black looked handy
As he moved up through the gears,
And very fine and dandy
Seemed the signs.
But then his legs went bandy
And he dropped away in tears,
Shorn of all his grandi-
-Ose designs.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 But when all seemed done and dusted,
A fresh challenger appeared,
With records being busted
In his wake.
Predictions were adjusted
As the end-line quickly neared,
With untold dreams entrusted
In that break.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 But though quite badly tiring,
The race leader clenched his jaw,
Though many were admiring
His display.
And panting and perspiring,
He put on a surge once more,
And kept this new aspiring
Lad at bay.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The crowd all started cheering
As the winning tape was broken,
The lad in red careering
To success.
And though there was some jeering,
And some caustic words were spoken,
The vict’ry was endearing
Nonetheless.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-championship-race-2004/