It was my birthday yesterday and a very dear friend (I'm allowed to publish her work as long as I don't mention her by name) wrote me a FANTASTIC poem... Wow, scary how well she knows me! I am the quirkster (it's late, humour me!!)
And here it is:
There was this young woman with wild curly hair
Who could cycle, throw and ski with great flair
Roché was her name if I remember well
She said she was from Oz but no-one could tell
She was a bit strange, fun and quirky
Although her gym dealings were a bit murky
Apparently she joined up with a female partner,
Allegedly only to run, swim and walk faster!
Roché you're a fantastic person and this poem to you I bequeath
And no, there's nothing stuck in your teeth!