My training programme’s been extreme
But my hopes are pinned upon a dream.
Yes, at the next Olympic Games,
I’ll surely put the rest to shame.
My spare time’s spent inside the pool,
Before as well as after school.
It’s thirty miles I swim each week.
I’m told it helps to build physique.
At fourteen I’ll swim ten miles more,
As many others have before.
The pressure’s on, and I know well,
To fall behind will be farewell.
Then after this, it’s to the gym –
My word, this life can seem quite grim!
A sense of fun? Oh, that’s quite flown.
Instead you’ll often hear me groan.
Yet others wish for my success,
So I’ll go on and train I guess.
There’s always hope within my sight
That I’ll display a medal bright.
With pride I’ll swim, and length by length
I’ll show the world my inner strength.
With head well down, and limb by limb
I’ll demonstrate how well I swim.
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