As I walked through the magnificent streets of Rio, I noticed a trio, tambourines, drums and trumpets filled my ears as I saw a group of people drinking beers!
While watching the sevens the score was 5 - 3, I imaged that Joe Rokocoko was me. I ran as fast as I could to get to the goal post, but I accidentally kicked the host. While the game was done and the All blacks had won. I still wandered what had happened at golf?
Great poem :) I wonder what happened at the golf event as well. Hopefully it was half as exciting as the Rugby Sevens event that you wrote about!
ReplyDeleteVery nice work, Aaliyah.
Cheers, Rachel