Got legs? Then you might as well long-jump. Run to the wooden mark, then leap in the air — not for height, this time, but for distance. Try to float farther than a flatboatman. Don’t land in the tar pit; land in the sandbar. Find that blue ribbon; discover your golden medal. The women in the crowd are getting hot. Don’t cry, punk — you’ll make it. Use a springboard, if you’re not against cheating. The long jump is fun to do. As I explained above, you simply take a running start. Here, I’ll wheel you in this barrow. Now look: we broke the record! Ow, my heel is killing me — I think that it might have forgotten to get dipped in the protective liquid when my mom rendered me invincible. Hip hooray, sock hop, kangaroo.
No comments:
Post a Comment