Poems

There once was a man named Jim

I would frequent see him swim

Jim was a nice guy you see

He was someone who I wanted to be

He had several large gold medals

He was like a flower and they were like the petals

Every day I saw him swim swim swim swim.

Every day I saw him win win win

He motivated me

to be the best that I could be

Whenever I thought I could do it

I thought, “Man he wouldn’t quit”

One more rep, One more drill

Jim made me do what was trill

Jim no longer swims, but he turns

He works and works until it burns

He still makes me proud, every damn day

Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way..

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