Amanda McKenna

All Too Good

Oops,
Did I say I'm the best?
You can try all you may,
You will not match my zest.

Breaking away with ease,
I score for my hat-trick.
I'll shoot past all goalies.
My talents are classic.

I dribble down the court
And pull up for the shot.
This comes without effort,
I do what you cannot.

My big bat takes a swing,
The ball sails high and far.
I may as well be king.
No doubt I've raised the bar.

On shoulders rising high,
Hooray, I've won the game!
I barely had to try
As I put all to shame.

Despite all your protest,
I am what you have sought.
I truly have confessed,
Sorry that you are not.




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