Just think.
Close your eyes for a moment and envision:
Fourteen girls, not so pretty in pink.
Girls that like running 70 miles per hour,
straight into a block of wood.
Girls that like flipping to their death,
as amazing boys just wished they could.
Girls that like to sit in over splits,
in all three ways, for hours on end.
Girls that like to test their limits,
see which way their body can bend.
Girls that go through hours of pain,
conditioning every muscle known to man.
Girls who have to do 100 push-ups,
every time they doubt if they can.
Now imagine adding to all of this,
All the girl stereotypes you can think of.
And then on top of the drama and conflicts,
Every emotion to fill the room with pure love.
Now envision a gymnastics meet,
Fourteen girls, all nervous and a wreck.
Imagine everyone trying to take control at once,
Now we thank god our coaches get a paycheck.
So we think, the best way to solve this problem?
To soothe the jitters, to calm the heart,
All that's to be done, is to add some food,
Strawberries and Gummy bears are always smart.
Gymnastic meets are haphazardous.
They are dangerous in every way.
From killing yourself on a certain event,
To hearing what other people have to say.
With the addition of a variety of food,
Some chocoaltes, bagels, and fruit,
Why does our team always wonder,
Why each year we all have to recruit?
Charlie and the chocolate factory
A famous novelty story.
An unimaginable storyline
Every candy and chocolate imaginable
Made into stories, movies, plays
A childhood memory for many,
A childhood memory for me.
Starting in the back of the audience,
walking down the aisle in the first number
Green face paint, Vaseline, a painted smile--
A broken heart.
dried tears, smeared face paint, a quiverling lip.
A happy memory for many,
A teary memory for me.
The first production, the first show--
The closing night.
Dad rushes from work to get here in time
My babysitter calls him to go straight here.
She's bringing the video camera.
She's saving us time.
She's doing us all a favor.
We get here and the video camera is taken out.
We're all set to go.
Costumes are on, Make-up is done.
Lines and songs have been checked up one more time.
Show time in 10 minutes.
I'm in costume, my parents are here,
We all have the pre-show jitters.
Unfortunately the video camera is actually a labtop
and that's where the fun stops.
O, it's a very special day today.
The sun is out, the grass is green.
It is obvious we're in the month of may.
It was also very peaceful and serene.
Until my little brother cam home.
Hopping all the way to his room,
my mom talking and laughing on the phone,
And i know that piano's going to start soon.
But this chaotic life style is my life.
In fact, it's a life I've grown accustomed to.
I mean it's not like I'm living with mice,
At least I hope that part is true.
But why is today different from any other?
I still have Interact, gymnatics and work.
I still have a hyperactive sister and borther.
I still cannon generate a knee-jerk.
It's because it's someone's birthday.
May 13th two thousand and tree.
It's the- what year? I dare not say.
But she's still young, this I can see.
So to you, wherever you are.
Happy Birthday from the bottom of my heart,
Maybe someday soon I can buy you a car.
Yea, right. Maybe someday I'll be Mozart.
I am found by friends who come from
All over the world,
Friends who know nothing but to give,
For giving is the largest gift you can reveive.
And that's why it's so hard to see
A best friend leave.
And so this poem is for you,
So that you can always remember
That you are always a speacila person in the world,
You make me who I am, you make me that much stronger.
And so no matter how far away you are,
We both will cry no longer.
What if I never find "the one?"
Stuck an old, single, bitter woman.
Ugly from the loneliness.
Ugly inside and out.