The Race
The race has come
My heart was beating like a drum
I think to myself I could just when by a thumb
I stand on the block
Thinking to myself “I hope this race will rock”
They pick up the gun
This race will be so fun
The gun goes off
And at last I am not lost
I dive into the water
I feel like a sea outer
I finish the race
And yes there is a smile on my face