11 September 2012
Now it's over and we're sad / Summer Games inspired us,
All involved felt Britain's joy / Set the scenes that fired us.
26 August 2012
Gold for Jessica Ennis,
Andy Murray finally beat Federer at the tennis
Things were looking up, Britain started to feel great
Let's not forget the 123 of Weir, Bolt and Blake!
15 August 2012
Revelling in the glow / Of the olympic dream
Medals they gleam / Let the sun beam
Goodbye you fare Olympians / Hello uncrowded trains
I'm bidding for your bed linen / And driving in your lane
(Steven Kevin Wicking)
Oh, what will we do with the days? / The TV screen to obsessively gaze
Who to cheer and shout about / Support which event or win which bout
Jump or slump or just frisker, commiserate medals lost by a whisker
Tried to run to work today / But gave up and got the tube
I thought, by wearing Farah jeans / I'd jeanetically improve
Mo's celebration for one gold, then two
Is stealing their trademark. McDonalds sue
The Olympics was a spectacular sight,
With gold honours so bright.
The dressage horses danced with brio
But I'd like to see one do the moonwalk in Rio
The 30th Olympiad: / Oh what a time we had.
No mo’ Mo now: / Long wait till Rio.
It's no go the velodrome, / It's no go the stadium. The Olympics are over now: / Welcome back tedium. (Anon)
It's finally over, / the games are now done. We'll dance in the moonlight / and start having fun. (Catherine Boldeau)
No need to dis Ali / The greatest of an era
Mo reps the best of GB / And the future looks Farah
Float like a butterfly / Sting like a bee –
Mohamed Farah. / Who’s Mohammad Ali?
We planned and we plotted with contingency,
Now comes the hard part, the real legacy
The right choice, George / Was to sing a Wham song.
You chose a new one instead. / Wrong.
O, my Olympia, my new found land
Must we finish? I've got time on my hands.
A summer of rain, / Then a gap in the clouds
And The Queen jumped from the sky / To the cheering crowds.
(Carol Ann Duffy – from ‘Translating the British 2012’)
Dashing Tom in GB Speedos 10-metre-diving, bronzed torpedo (Anon)
Gold stands proud
Among the adoring crowd
10 August 2012
These Games, it must be said, have been a success
Who's carping now about reckless excess?
Droop like a dragonfly / Croak like a crow
Once the Games are over / We can all Go Slow
Welsh magic! / Behold!
Jones the Kick / Turns Jade into Gold!
After Jamaica calls the shots 1,2,3
They say Bolt can be what he wants to be
So he grabs a camera, takes up photography.
It's 5 Feb and snow on the ground / No sound for miles around
Such a lovely sight sent from God above / It's him sending all his love
9 August 2012
Oh, GB's girl in the goggles, so easy on the eye!
Thank Google for obliging my ogling – how I love to watch Payne dry!
How do I glove thee? Let me count the ways
Nicola Adams, you were poetry today
Whether Pistorius / Could have been glorious
We can never tell. / Mogawane fell
After the psychedelic show-jump course, I needed a head massage;
and it's easy to scoff at a toff on a hoss, till it prances to gold in the dressage.
8 August 2012
Aspiring to be the best you can be / Can lead to the glisten of Gold
But the pleasure and joy success can bring / Is a treasure inspiring to behold.
(Sharon L. Henry)
All the nation's passion / Celebrates the win,
Gives vent to scenes of glory / Whenever games begin.
Argentina / Riverbank Arena Stole the hockey final / from the GB dreamers (Dawn Bellamy)
Cry gold and hold your medals high / If tears had heats we'd qualify.
The triathlon racing tests so much, / Swimming, cycling, running too,
British brothers are the best, / In Hyde Park there's gold for you.
For Vicky's last race tonight, with her bike re-tyred by a mechanic,
Expect tracks of tears across the boards, expect the velodramatic.
7 August 2012
Phillips Idowu / The Invisible Man
His visible jumps / Didn't follow the plan
It's raining medals for Team GB
Summer of love, it's destined to be
Salute the power of Tirunesh Dibaba She trained in the streets of Addis Ababa (Oliver Bennett)
When water and wheel and track combine
The brothers from Leeds rule the Serpentine.
6 August 2012
I was a believer in Isinbayeva / But Jenn Suhr, made sure.
Golden vaulter: / Couldn’t fault her.
Beth didn't pedal
Still won a medal
A new hip, a broken back - / Nick should be crock.
He retired early / Then turned back the clock
Skelton on the telly? / Are you sure that's right?
He was from the days / When they filmed in black & white.
Jason Kenny / Cheered by many
Cycled bold / And won the gold.
Like a modern spinning Jenny / Liquid lightning Jason Kenny
Spins gold in the velodrome / Cycling is coming home
Isinbayeva, pole-vault diva You are such a high achiever (Anon)
This afternoon I cycled home
Imagining the Velodrome
The man who had the bottle to throw Bolt off his stride
Was rewarded with a punch from the judo champ at his side.
Upon the track the athletes / Run different lengths of race,
Whether short for muscled sprinters / Or long with measured pace.
Of course she won't fail, Britain's Beth Tweddle,
When even her surname rhymes with medal!
Halfway through the games / Nothing could be fina
Than to segue in hegemony /America? or China?
They win a gold with passion, / They cry as anthems sound,
Their feats will win a knighthood, / The cheers will know no bounds.
Lashing storms drenched the Marathon /
Then a lightning Bolt tore through the Stadium
We win gold sitting down / That’s the joke we like to tell
Jess Mo Greg and Andy prove / We do it standing up as well
While it rained over us / Oscar Pistorius
Was not quite victorious / But his run was still glorious!
Out pose your rival, / Face it bold,
Rapstar run boys / Yellow, green and gold.
(End House Arts)
He served, he deserved, he reversed the regrets,
cheeked the Federer gent, swept the needed three sets.
5 August 2012
Ainslie batters all at sailing
Four gold regattas leave them trailing
The crowd did not dream / When they laid down their bets
That they would see / Murray win in straight sets
At the edge of the pool / The swimmers looked cool
In their clingy and colourful cozzies
It went well for the Yanks / With their abs made from planks
But whatever went wrong for the Aussies?
Gold for Farah, Rutherford, Ennis
Can Murray bring us two in the tennis?
Boris Cameron, Beckham, Coe
All lay claim to the politics of gold
(Keep Culture Tidy)
Only thing louder / Than the cheering Chinese
Are whinging Aussies
(Phillip A Ellis - an Aussie!)
Muscles rippled, dazzled by sun
Birds are singing, the gold is won!
The Royal Mail paints its boxes gold
As British athletes make their stamp on the world
Gold / Glint
Murray / Mint
Booms down the track / smooth as a cat
Usain Bolt / flies just like that.
Andy won, Federer outdone
Today's medal tally has only just begun
Time is of the essence
As athletes go the distance
Muscles ripple, dazzled by sun Birds are singing, thholde gold is won! (Elizabeth, Ontario)
The Royal Mail paints its post boxes gold As British athletes make their stamps on the world (David Seddon)
Victoria Pendleton's the Queen of the Track
But she was 'not amused' when the baton was slack
4 August 2012
Ohuruogu - o hurry-gu
Athletic hopes depend on you
Olympic fever / it's joie de vivre
Feel sorry for our Cav / who didn’t get a medal
Trying to enthuse / watching others pedal.
Around the velodrome / Team GB do roam
For Gold's their goal / They feel at home
She starts off quite slow there / Ethiopia's Tirunesh
But the others are nowhere / As she sprints to the finish.
One man went to Mo / He wasn't on a go slow
Why's there nothing but Olympics / To watch on TV?
How many medals / Will be won by GB?
Running the show
We expected no less / from heptathlete Jess; Turns out no one could menace / Ms Jessica Ennis (Judi Sutherland)
Go / Mo
I meant / He went
We don't want slow-mo
Just go-go-go Mo
Go / Mo
Go Mo / Go Farah / Go Faster
Ginger Greg / What long legs
Nice fast run / Jumps eight twenty-one
800 metres and then
Ennis reigns supreme again
Jessica Ennis / Doesn't play tennis
She jumps long and high / Now watch her fly!
Running, jumping, standing still
Olympic medals on the bill
Yes, yes, yes
God Bless Jess
Yes, I confess
I want Jess
Sheffield girl / Nerves of steel
Warm support / She should feel
Threw further, jumped longer / Ran faster, grew stronger The steel city's Jess / Turned to golden success! (Rache Stone)
Ginger Greg / What long legs Nice fast run / Jumps eight twenty-one (Anon)
Swiss will miss
Gold in the pot for Scot
Athletics and aesthetics / Both rely on energetics (Sorry if the rhyme is a little bit pathetics) (Steph Power) Desolate Australian oarsmen
Beaten by GB foursome
Row, row, row your boat, faster than the rest That's because our rowers really are the best! (Sue Alexander)
'Ride, ride, ride your bike, swiftly round the track That's because our cyclists really are quite crack' (Sue Alexander)
Federer will bury / The Scot they call Murray
And a medal of silver / The Scot will deliver
Beautiful Chad / Bert his Dad
Fans galore / Hope to score
Ennis is a menace / gave it her all
Skimming over hurdles / never once did fall
In defiance of opinions / A man whose legs are winged pinions
Ran a heat: by coming second / A semis place and history beckoned
3 August 2012
Sitting indoors, your eyes weave the fabric of success,
Knit thumping ovation at the proceedings.
Federer, Oh Federer
Can Andy get aheada yer?
They row upon the river, / they've trained to be the best
With muscles like Steve Redgrave / That bulge beneath their vest. (Cliff Bevan)
The team sprint so exciting / had us on our feet, But to fall on purpose / isn't that to cheat?
Katarina Johnson-Thompson / Waits her turn as Ennis romps on But she takes the lead in rhyme / Scansion of her name's sublime (Judith Enright)
A swimming bronze medal, / So let's be proud of Becky. Beaten by wonder-teen, / USA's Bedecky (Sarah Doyle)
The velodrome is busy, / A crowd of riders spin From all the cycling nations / Who watch the charge begin. (Cliff Bevan)
Tonight she hunts through waves to prey on gold;
hungered, ready, waiting to carve her name...
So many hopefuls - all chasing silver and gold,
But most of the best will have to just wait and hold,
Many may have to try their best again in the next,
As they return home now - disappointed, for a rest!
(Ashit K Sarkar)
Golds in the saddle, with paddle and gun,
Got a grip on for ippon and silver she won.
Cycling velodromical / Depends on skills alchemical.
If your changeover's well-controlled / Your silver turns to gold.
The troops are there / To take the chair
The price too high / For us to buy.
Hurrah, we’ve won some medals / Delight without dissent!
Never mind that (outside pedals) / We’ve never heard of the event...(Alexandra Clare)
2 August 2012
Count the pentameters / The ball is in your court
Cross the line-breaks if, like me, / You’ve always hated sport
The Brits got triple Golds - cycling, canoeing, shooting straight
Ain’t it e’er so good to state, that good ol’ Blighty is still great?
Peter Wilson, Baillie and Stott
Came for a gold, and gold's what they got!
(Anon) I don't know why they say / "Paddle your own canoe"
On the evidence of today / You can go just as fast with two
Anthony Ogogo / And a medal in the Judo
Oh what a day-o / Looks good for Team GB-o
Two teen swimmers make it to the podium.
One gets ovations, the other gets opprobrium.
Oh ye of little faith, / You lost your nerve
Our people won their gongs, / So well deserved.
Slice through the water / Cut like a knife
One gold medal / Set up for life.
Medal-less Brits no longer stigmatised
Thanks to Olympic bigwig, Wiggo’s ride
1 August 2012
It's the first of August, so exacting ex-track cyclist Wiggins with his auburn
sideburns, turns alchemist, extracting gold from his maillot jaune.
You climb upon the podium, / The medals given out
It might not be your anthem, / But still the people shout.
Float like two butterflies / Faultlessly
Helen & Heather / Gold! GB.
The gods on Mount Olympus, / Were they fact or fiction?
More gold medals for Team GB, / That is my prediction.
They forecast rainy weather / To fall upon the track,
I sit beneath a brolly / 'till runners all come back.
Spinning pedals and oars calm nerves of no firsts
When a Brit sits at sport we get just desserts.
Now that all the waiting's over / Gold from Wiggins, Stanning, Glover People watch but don't go shopping / Why London's tourist business' dropping
Two golds in a row,
What a jolly good show
Spectators usually cheer rather than jeer.
Not at this badminton match between China and South Korea
Bradley, pedal hard, through narrow streets & wide turns
Loved for the TourDeFrance & for your splendid sideburns
Be all you can be / Be all you will
And you'll come first / If you take this wee pill
Pay out good money / Much sport to choose,
Unless it’s badminton / Where they try to lose.
My name is Bert / In a checked shirt
You see my boy? / My pride and joy.
Don't make us sadly, Bradley
Hurry through Surrey
Down here in Australia / The broadcaster's failure:
Mixing being one-eyed / With national pride
Arise Michael Phelps, the greatest Olympian
Some say you display signs of an amphibian
31 July 2012
You've smashed the record, won over the crowds / Rendered a sceptical nation proud
You used to be no-one, now you're the star / Now stand for the anthem and pee in this jar
Cry like a crocodile / Snooze like a snail
While others pant and strive to win / Be unafraid to fail
Phelps' dominance went to his head He surrendered his crown to Lochte instead
In the park rode Zara / Where the time is set
Someone came a cropper / Got so very wet.
Olympics: weather on the run
Yesterday’s hailstones beat the sun.
The highlight of the Games so far / It almost had me conned
Just had to be those magic words / "Good evening Mr Bond!"
(Hilary Jane Jones)
Not to be missed / It was fantastic
A lifetime chance / To rhyme with gymnastic.
The boys have won a Silver! / For Britain! In Gymnastics!
What's that you say? A Bronze? / Oh well. That's still fantastic!
30 July 2012
Lithe and tanned in skimpy trunks / Tom and Pete, our GB hunks
Diving from that 10 meter board / Too much splash, means no award
A bronze for the boys on the high bar and pommel horse But the pair on the high board get pommelled to fourth (Karen Murphy)
What's this I hear, empty seats at events?
Give them out, or better, to malcontents
The womens bicycle road race, / Russia, Nederlands, GBR set the pace,
British weather sets the tone, / Skids and pile-ups slow them down
Molten hot favourite / Leaves the pack behind
She makes sporting history / She's one of a kind
(Timothy M Jones)
From an ex-coal town most choose to forget
Came a fabulous bronze swim from 'Our Becks'
Becky Adlington's bronze accolade
In previous life, she must have been mermaid.
Is that a bird, man or plane / speeding the Olympic lane
Finding traffic very busy / grab a ride with our Lizzie
Athletes circle, tall and proud / acknowledge the adoring crowd
But secretly they wait to see / if sniffer dogs will smell their wee
29 July 2012
Float like a butterfly / Sting like a bee
She pedalled, she medalled, / The middle of three.
He crashed into the railings / Playing chess on wheels
Should have been observant / And kept his eyes peeled
(Timothy M Jones)
28 July 2012
The opening was great, / All music and light,
Bronze, gold or silver? / Nowhere in sight!
27 July 2012
Opening ceremony, Best time to pop
Out to get the groceries, Just us in the shops
Brunel reading Shakespeare, What happens now?
Chaucer reading Edward Lear? A trampolining cow?
(Contributions from Poetry Society Young Poets Network)
Running on the roadside, passing on the flame,
Crowds of children, cheering all the same:
“There goes the torch, spreading down the street,
Carrying Britain’s hopes – what a great feat!”
As the torch rushes by I watch it’s burning flame,
The athletes are getting ready, eager for fame.
Nation to nation, a flame among hands,
A rising, a roaring, blue screams from the stands,
Raise up the flag till it covers your eyes,
We all live our lives in Olympic paradise.
As the summer sun fades away,
The Olympic Games come into play;
You run and jump, Swim and dive,
While I sit at home and watch it all live,
Every nation taking part,
The crowd goes quiet, the race can start.
That fire is running with red, white, blue;
England’s athletes know what to do:
Enter with spirit and pride, return with honour,
Be proud to wear your country’s colour.
Soar like a javelin in the blue sky,
Dreams come true if you really try.
Fly like an aeroplane, soar like a bird,
As you land in sand many cheers are heard.
Jump off the diving board, from fifty metres high,
See all those happy smiles as you flash by.
Tom Daley dives and takes a big fat leap,
Now all the water is in a big heap.
Splash like a dolphin, splosh like a whale,
Swimmer participants wave your tails!
She explodes from the water, sleek muscle display,
Our Missy Franklin, Team USA!
Go on horse, don`t give me a frown,
Win that race I’m counting on you now;
“Go on Pakistan, go go go,
Don’t be a loser, no no no!”
We’ll surely lose the tennis,
All our hopes are on Jessica Ennis
Tightly strung is the archer’s bow,
The arrow’s duel with its lifelong foe.
Do you think it will start to hail?
Do you think the boats will sail?
Running on the hard track, getting sore feet,
Hearing all the people scream and your heart beat!
Run like a leopard, smooth like a glider,
Run to the finish line, “faster, stronger, higher.”
“No name, no face, just the power of my will,
You don’t know me yet…but you will."
Cycle past everyone, push on the pedals,
You might win about three gold medals.
All this sport becoming a drag?
Stay at home, have a fag.
Get on an aeroplane, fly overseas,
Miss the Olympics? – Oh yes please!
Queue ’til you fall asleep, spend all your pay,
Just to watch stupid sports for a day.
He’s sitting at the starting line holding for the gun,
The Paralympics sportsmen ready and begun.
And here I am, laid in bed
Thinking about the Olympics in my head:
Cricket is a sport that’s fun,
You whack the ball then run;
London means life, 2012 means energy,
The Olympics is a giant in sport history.
In London 2012, no matter your gender, religion or race,
Athletes will unite, then fight for that honourable first place.
The Olympics come every four years,
And now England will cheer with beer.
It’s our time now to put on a show that the world will never forget,
I still sit and think of those great races, between Seb Coe and Steve Ovett.
The opening ceremony is so cool,
If you miss it you’re a fool,
We’ll be mapping out Britain in a frame of gold,
Not one ticket left unsold.
“I am proud, I am steady,
I am also ready”
So reach for the stars, aim high! Aim high!
Today is the day you will fly!
The mad professor broke through security, grabbed the microphone, and announced that he had just invented the quintuple jump. *Gasp*