A Christmas Poem
If I were an elf, I’d make a machine,
the kind that would make you fit, trim and lean.
It would make you have legs – strong, steady and stable,
Is such a machine just a fairy tale fable?
Your arms would be strong, no flab to be found.
Able to carry two zillion thousands of pounds.
You’d run, jump and leap – like when you were a child.
Wouldn’t such a machine be pretty darn wild?
It wouldn’t have gears, motors, whistles, or rings
Cause’ the machine I would build needs none of those things.
The machine I’d create would be made up of levers
That lift HEAVY things – wouldn’t that be real clever?
That awesome machine would twist, bend and reach
And hundreds of skills this machine you could teach
And where might you ask can such a contraption be found?
Well open your eyes and look all around!
The machine which I’d build is already done
And possessed by you all – yes each – every one!
Though different in shape, there’s none designed shoddy
The machine I would build is your very own body!
A Christmas Original by Coach Dean