ROWING BABY
His eyes lit up, this little kid,
When he saw the boat being lifted,
He reached up and grabbed the rigger,
And whilst dangling, gurgled at his mother.
I've seen kids born into rowing,
And mums training as their bump was growing,
And I knew one, with a grin on her face,
Who said hers first kicked when she'd lost a race.
I asked the mum how old was he,
She laughed and replied he was three,
I asked if he'd follow his dad and row,
She said he already wanted to ergo.
At home, they trained during his nap,
Or else he'd run in and sit on their lap,
And repeatedly demand 'do the egg-row!',
He would scream the house down if they said no.
The kid fell off, but didn't cry,
He had better things on his mind,
He grabbed the end of Daddy's blade,
And dragged it towards the landing stage.
The mum ran off to correct him,
I stood and watched with a massive grin,
The back of the kid's shirt, beneath 'born to stardom'
was written "LRC Mascot: Officially OARSOME"
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