When, oh when, will people learn
To not
create such hype
That might
make someone crash and burn
With reason,
then, to gripe?
At the
Olympics, all the eyes
Were focused
to behold
The skaters
meant to grab the prize
Which,
naturally, was gold.
The ice
dance leaders did their best,
Their program
filled with magic.
The judges,
though, were more impressed
With others,
not quite tragic
Yet
disappointing, since the world
Expected
gold success.
The way they
glided, jumped and twirled
Meant silver
caused distress.
The
competition for the men
Was even
worse than that,
For all the
hype exploded when
The leader’s
skate fell flat.
The pressure
facing athletes there
Must mess
with all their heads.
What they
don’t need is extra glare
To rip their
nerves to shreds.
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