Gym

Every time I go to gym,
Mats and bars I see.
Teachers, Coach, and hoola hoops,
Vaults and tracks for me.

Time to do my gym routine,
In front of the judges,
Wonder if they’ll give me ten,
Hope they don’t have grudges!

I do back flips, one by one,
Then some front-handsprings,
Somersaults and backward rolls,
That’s my floor routine.

Bars await, I stride on o’er
Coach’s test to do.
I finish up with a back hip circle,
Everyone’s cheering ‘yahoo!’

Vault will stare me in the eye,
‘Stick out like a sore thumb,
As I do an arm circle,
My heart beats like a drum.

Track is up, I cannot wait.
I run a marathon
They see me run, and trip not once,
They list my pros, not cons.

The scores are out, oh boy, oh boy!
They gather right around,
Then they come and lift me up
Because, I’ve won the crown!