Well-suited to a Trophy

Frilly ribbons, nearly obscured.

Well, the netball all went well,
And Jeneva buzzed around;
But I do now need to tell
What at Swim School then she found.

Her eight-hundred metre badge
To her duly handed out,
But she didn’t get to cadge
‘One-five’ mention she could flout.

So, it wasn’t swum in time,
But she swam it nonetheless,
And it wouldn’t be a crime
To have said so, I would guess?

Anyway, proceedings went
On right up to merry end,
With no further callout sent
That she’d need to apprehend.

Then, last trophy of the day
Was ‘best overall’ you see;
She’d worn costume, so no way
Could a winner there she’d be.

But, though no overall
In the pool she’d ever worn,
As such swimmer came the call
She the best one was this morn!

© June 2019 Colonialist