Apiti show poem 2014

I slip my togs on

Butterflies creep into my stomach

I race to the start line

More kids eager to compete

Legs pumping as fast as a hippity hoppity hare

Hot breath heaving on the back of my neck

Clutters of kids

I feel like I am about to collapse

Punching the pedals

Wheels spinning like a Ferris wheel

Legs start to feel like a boiling thermos

Now I feel yearning to finish

Arms flying round like spastic wind mills

Bubbles breaching the surface

I feel like a sea sick fish now

Cheering echoes under the water

Legs stumble down

Arms become jelly

Good feeling to be finished

Hard work

Finishing a triathlon

MY FAVOURITE

Karen in Karen world

Part 1

Chickens from far and wide had all gathered in Karen world today. It was international Karen cross the road day! A huge cluck applause as the Ginger and White Chicken came zooming out of out of a tunnel. I don't quit know what they are saying because I don't speak chicken. Karens legs are long and orange her tail is white and poofy, her long beak is a tad crooked. every chicken gathers round. Karens foot slowly wanders across the road the room fills with cheer  all the chickens wings were flapping with supersonic speed. Soon all the chickens were crossing the road. Karen was wandering back to her coop when Kevin and Bob stopped her in her tracks.
" hey great performance Karen" exclaimed Kevin
" Yeah" said Bob
" Thanks it was nothing"
Karen then kept on her way. Her tall coop made out of straw was waiting for her. It was 2.6 meters high and what Karen called home!

Part 2