- Feb 26, 2011
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found the poem i wrote about worlds this year...thought id share :)
It’s finally here, worlds 2014,
And still not many teams can hit their routine.
Some stunt groups stay up, while others fall down,
But only the champions leave with the crown.
Their landings, they suck, with doubles to face,
Routines are not right, but oh well they’ll still place.
Some teams are quite good, and others they suck,
And some straight up scary, we can’t even look.
Some teams and their tumbling fill us with fear,
One word for you, restricted, my dear.
But don’t hate on the kids, they’re here to have fun,
On their at large bid (they should never have won.)
They’ll take to the floor with a smile on their face,
and remember, they really deserved first place.
right after they fall, we’ll talk about toast,
When home girl on center is doing the most.
Fall out of their stunts with the greatest of ease,
and keep celebrations till afterwards, please.
then all take to twitter to bash other teams,
Because clearly they had a much better routine.
Address all the haters, who ever they be,
We have none? Oh well, then we must be the tea.
Level three skills with a level five name,
Busting their passes and falling’s their game.
Poofs higher than mountains, teased higher than trees,
Ladies, should your hair be all anyone sees?
Tans like Doritos, so orange and bright,
Some people forget that they’re actually white.
No bra with their uniforms? It’s okay, they’re cute.
Huge cutouts, and mesh, skirts rather minute.
Or pirate lace fashion and straps galore,
All being debuted here on the worlds floor.
Jam? Butter? Nutella? Who cares!
The one who hits cleanest, the title is theirs!
For some their last title, and others their first,
and some so excited they’ll maybe just burst.
Wait all year for the games to begin,
And make up excuses when our favorites don’t win.
Spend days on forums, discuss what we think,
Typing and posting our updates in sync.
Sit at our computers for hours and hours,
Then at the same time the whole fierceboard showers.
Procrastinating more as the hours go by,
And ill only tell you one more time Felicia, girl, bye.
So many routines, so many mistakes.
So many teams who still don’t have what it takes.
And as the night sky turns into the dawn,
The large senior curse does truly live on.
Tomorrow, for those brave people who went off to bed,
Means catching up on the worlds updates thread.
Since large senior didn’t end till day five,
It’s a miracle that so many survived.
Till next year it’s done, and now we can sleep,
And since it’s all over, we lay down and weep,
As many great athletes will leave with a ring,
We wait to see what the next season will bring.
It’s finally here, worlds 2014,
And still not many teams can hit their routine.
Some stunt groups stay up, while others fall down,
But only the champions leave with the crown.
Their landings, they suck, with doubles to face,
Routines are not right, but oh well they’ll still place.
Some teams are quite good, and others they suck,
And some straight up scary, we can’t even look.
Some teams and their tumbling fill us with fear,
One word for you, restricted, my dear.
But don’t hate on the kids, they’re here to have fun,
On their at large bid (they should never have won.)
They’ll take to the floor with a smile on their face,
and remember, they really deserved first place.
right after they fall, we’ll talk about toast,
When home girl on center is doing the most.
Fall out of their stunts with the greatest of ease,
and keep celebrations till afterwards, please.
then all take to twitter to bash other teams,
Because clearly they had a much better routine.
Address all the haters, who ever they be,
We have none? Oh well, then we must be the tea.
Level three skills with a level five name,
Busting their passes and falling’s their game.
Poofs higher than mountains, teased higher than trees,
Ladies, should your hair be all anyone sees?
Tans like Doritos, so orange and bright,
Some people forget that they’re actually white.
No bra with their uniforms? It’s okay, they’re cute.
Huge cutouts, and mesh, skirts rather minute.
Or pirate lace fashion and straps galore,
All being debuted here on the worlds floor.
Jam? Butter? Nutella? Who cares!
The one who hits cleanest, the title is theirs!
For some their last title, and others their first,
and some so excited they’ll maybe just burst.
Wait all year for the games to begin,
And make up excuses when our favorites don’t win.
Spend days on forums, discuss what we think,
Typing and posting our updates in sync.
Sit at our computers for hours and hours,
Then at the same time the whole fierceboard showers.
Procrastinating more as the hours go by,
And ill only tell you one more time Felicia, girl, bye.
So many routines, so many mistakes.
So many teams who still don’t have what it takes.
And as the night sky turns into the dawn,
The large senior curse does truly live on.
Tomorrow, for those brave people who went off to bed,
Means catching up on the worlds updates thread.
Since large senior didn’t end till day five,
It’s a miracle that so many survived.
Till next year it’s done, and now we can sleep,
And since it’s all over, we lay down and weep,
As many great athletes will leave with a ring,
We wait to see what the next season will bring.
