Triathlon Poem

I dashed off at the start like a dart, separating apart.
With flames behind me I had enough time to drink a cup of tea.
I came to my transition in first position.
I was on my bike, in the lead, with a great amount of terrific speed.
As I made my break I began to escape.
When I hit the water my flame began to slaughter.
I hear cheering as I saw the finish line appearing.
The parents go wild as they cheer for their child.

By Braden and Harry