Tightly wound
Need to unwind
Not my fate
As I now find...
Small boy aged six
Must be at school
So early I deem it to be cruel
And unusual punishment
I hated sports day in my time
Jolly hockey stocks etc.
Beaten down in my youthful prime
I ran the three-legged race
With the tallest girl who ever graced
The playing field
Bear in mind that I was 3 foot three
I barely came up to her knee
We never made it past the start
Or get the bloody knots apart
The saga is not yet complete
While watching older son compete
Younger son must get in the saddle
I think I’m up the creek without a paddle
Once reunited we must race
To their father’s work family day
On Sunday there’s another party
At which I must be hale and hearty
I shall have to don my uber woman mask
And embrace my ability to multi-task
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