Mercurial, he dashes, sprinting like a cheetah <br />Through the muddy puddles in the park, he splashes. <br />Aiming to be future champ, gold medallist, world-beater; <br />Mercurial, he dashes. <br /> <br />He has no time, he says, to call his girl, or meet her; <br />Our conscientious would-be champion so brash is, <br />In his one-track mind, to call his training sweeter. <br /> <br />Though she has not won his heart, he won’t defeat her; <br />She disarms him with the winning smile she flashes <br />And swiftly, now won over, to her side to treat her, <br />Mercurial, he dashes.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sprinter/
