OLYMPICS

I entered the Olympics with my twin,

The bellyflop’s our discipline.

We took gold, we always do,

Our bellyflopping raised the roof!

We prepare our bellies well,

With a cream our sponsor sends.

Belly-flopping’s a tough sport,

Our floppy bellies get quite sore.

Have we thought of what comes next?

Europeans, Nationals, rest?

Well, belly-dancing’s in the cards,

Our floppy skills should take us far.

We could do Strictly, otherwise,

I’m told we’re easy on the eye…

We’re bound to lift that glitterball,

And then move on to musicals!