It’s sports day season
With parents out on painted sidelines
Screaming at the kids that couldn’t give a damn,
They just want to roll on grass
Avoiding writing and those boring sums.
Slathered in a sunscreen skin
As shoulders start to turn a painful shade of red
And even sun hats won’t keep
The dreaded sun stroke sickness
Far from kids who ate too many sugar sweets.
And then there’s those who get upset because
The egg will never stay upon their spoon
And the sack race always ends in tears.
Teachers breathe a sigh of tense relief
As parents line up for their annual race,
Knowing once that mum who once won gold in London 2012
Has crossed the finish it’s all over
For another year….