The exercise:
Happy Cinco de Mayo everyone.
As tonight will play host to my first ultimate games of the year (assuming we don't get rained out), today's starter shall be: stretch it out.
The connection between the two? If I don't stretch before I play, something is sure to get pulled, strained, or torn.
Mine:
Grab the rubber band,
With both of your hands.
Now take a step back,
Don't trip on that sack!
Let go when you're set,
We will win this bet.
Watch the balloon fly,
Sloshing through the sky.
Our aim is spot on,
We drenched good old Ron!
I guess when in doubt,
He ought not to spout.
Good luck with the frisbee, and don't let any Rottweilers join in!
ReplyDeleteThe imagery in your poem is amusing, especially since the water balloon battle isn't revealed until the second stanza. It made me smile this morning.
Stretch it out
The frisbee hangs in the air,
Sparkling with dew from the morning grass,
Sixteen men run here and there,
Angling for an opening to receive a pass.
And there it goes! Fleeing like prey,
The frisbee arcs and there's no doubt,
That the guy who's leapt and seized the day
Took time at the start to stretch it out.
Thanks Greg - it was good to get out there and run around again, even though we lost both games. Hopefully we'll have more than one sub for the guys next week :/
ReplyDeleteYay, you did an ultimate themed poem! I'm thinking of doing something more specifically ultimate... perhaps tomorrow. We'll see :)