ANZAC day time-trial, lest we forget

To the line I stepped with solemn creed

That I would skate with utmost speed

That animal inside me said

“You should have stayed at home in bed”

But none could curb my heart’s desire

To leave the track all but on fire

So ‘tween the fluro orange lines

My skates were placed

I looked up and saw the corner nigh

Looked down to see the leg-rate high

I stepped, I crossed, I stepped again

I came out the first bend and then

The fury in my arm swing showed

No, my cadence could no be slowed

And as I neared the second corner

I swung out wide

Into the banking dip I dove

The legs beneath me, hard I drove

My arms were feeling numbness now

Apparent weight felt like a cow

Through final corner turn and twist

My hands now clenched into a fist

I drove my legs at speed beneath me

Towards the line

And as the fluro line drew near

I perished from my heart all fear

I conjured up the blood and might

To lend my left foot extra flight

It, through the air did duck and weave

My right foot gave it extra speed

I crossed the line, then hit the deck

Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori

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