INJURY TIME

(a triolet)

Send the trainer on for me!
Bring a stretcher, bring the sponge.
Can't you see I've hurt my knee?
Send the trainer on for me.
Their man fouled me, Referee -
that's what made me take that plunge.
Send the trainer on for me!
Bring a stretcher, bring the sponge!

© Jill Townsend 2007

COPYCAT

Copy everything I do.
Me first, then you.
Hold your hands up.
Scratch your head.
Point to something
that is red.
Jump about.
Then be a tree.
Be a teapot
full of tea.
Be a balloon
about to burst.
All right - now
you go first.

BOB SKELETON

I'm a skeleton -
basic frame,
hard and thin,
never tame.

I carry a man,
or is it a girl
inside that helmet
like a skull?

I curl round corners,
the curves of the course,
obeying gravity,
using no force.

I ghost downhill -
you hardly see me -
finish my run
quickly and cleanly.

First published (wth two other Winter Olympics Poems) in Going to the Olympics, Kindle e-Book