Bouncing Back Cartwheels, somersaults and stuff, In my head I was doing them all; Winning I couldn’t get enough But of course then came the fall. And by the fall I don’t mean autumn, I came crashing to the ground; Yes, I’d finally reached bottom, To hell for sure I was bound. But bouncing back up with arms stretched wide, Maybe the judges could be fooled Like it was all planned perhaps to hide And my program had been retooled. So a gracious bow I took Like this was all as I had planned, Hoping my tumble they’d overlook As I pretended it was all so grand. Yes, bullshit to baffle brains, It really has been how I cope; And of course at times it pains, But damn it, I’ve never lost hope. Dave MacLennan
Posted on: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 15:51:22 +0000
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