Olympic Ice Skaters

It must be strange to do your best
And find out what you never guessed –
That critics find your style a bore
And so do judges, when they score.

You’ve practiced ‘til you couldn’t move,
Rejoiced, at times, when in the groove,
Watched every ounce that you would eat,
Rejected friends who’d want to meet…

Repeated jumps and spins and twirls,
Made sure your teeth were gleaming pearls,
Went over music, outfits, hair
In hopes you would be skating there.

And now at last, Olympics start;
You calm your nerves, control your heart.
You hit the ice, you do your best;
The judges, though, are not impressed.