The Gymnastics Machine
The gymnastics machine used to do cartwheels all around the house
She even did performances when we were supposed to eat
She would never stop until my parents started to beg, will you eat your dinner before it gets to cold
She would shove her dinner down her throat and when she finished that she would start right up again
Cartwheels, cartwheels after each other
Sometimes the gymnastics machine would do round-offs and cartwheels in to splits
She doesn’t do her classes after school no more cause her favorite gymnastics instructor doesn’t teach there anymore
Boy was the gymnastics machine sad at that news
My opinion is, who cares there are more nice gymnastics instructors lying in the world
But of course the gymnastics machine doesn’t care on what I’ve got to say because she’s found something else to do instead…
KARATAYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh boy, I’m in HUGEEEEEEE trouble!!!
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