Olympics, not Limpicks! (A poem for children)
My brother calls 'em Limpicks,
he hasn't got a clue.
Sticks make his javelin,
his discuss is a shoe.
My brother sez them Limpicks,
is the best thing on the telly!
As he hurdles over our pet dog,
then vaults o'er a welly.
My brother loves Limpicks,
he really is a dolt.
Sprinting round the garden,
thinks he's Usain Bolt!
My brother loves Limpicks,
sez he'll be there in 2020.
Although he's rubbish at the mo,
sez there's training time a plenty.
poem by Jojoba Mansell
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