Swimming

Oh, the swimmer way,
More flips than a cheerleader,
More kicks than a soccor player,
More yards than a football player.
We only need one lane to kick your butt
So you can either eat my bubbles
Or kiss my splash.

People don't understand
I don't do well on land... At all.
It's true,  Ms. Dugan can make us cry,
But Ms G makes us want to die.

I dread every day,
Every practice,
Every stroke;
The water is freezing,
My muscles and lungs are burning.

They say we can breathe
After our race,
We push ourselves too much.
My body will give out by then,
Good thing we have friends to lift us up.

We hate it so much,
We love it so much more
Non swimmers don't understand,
That fish are friends, not food.

Oh such horror but such love,
Woe are we,  swimming is our prison.