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               BEDROOM-SKATING

Because there is no ice rink
Within fifty miles of our house.
My sister perfects her dance routines 
In the Olympic stadium of my room!

Wearing a short expression
And two big yellow dustors on her feet
She explodes out of cupboards 
To an avalanche of music .

And whirls about the polished line
In a blur of double 'axels' And triple             'salchows'
For her free style doubles
She hurls her pillow called, Torvill

From here to the breakfast time,
While spinning like a hippo, 
Round and round my bed,
Imagine waking up to that each morning..

Small wonder my hands shake and 
I am off my cornflakes!
Last Thursday she even made me 
stand up on my bed
And hold my cards marked 'six',
While she gave the victory salutes.
In the direction of Gerbil's cage...

                To be honest,
     Despite her endless dedication, 
       And her hours of practice,
   I don't think she has a hope of 
          Lifting the world title.
 
             But who cares????
         She may not get the gold.
                    But I bet,
      There is no other skater alive
With wall-to-wall mirror to her bedroom 
                       floor!!!!

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