Jumping Jacks (A Poem)

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Coach tells us to do jumping jacks, Fifty jumping jacks at first. But he doesn't like the way we do them And things progress to worse. The Coach barks out, "Two hundred jumping jacks And do them right this time." I'm aching all over doing these, But then spot an ominous sign. Georgie isn't doing them well. Ralph is slowing down. Timmy is looking wasted, And Alvin just fell to the ground. The Coach's face is a beat red. He's awfully mad at us. He's about to bark another order Until I holler, "That's enough!" "No more of your jumping jacks. We've had quite enough today. If you tell us to do some more, I'm going to run away." The Coach is boiling mad, But in the end relents. He says, "Okay, no more today. I'm folding up my tent." The jumping jacks are over, But the agony isn't yet. He next hollers, "Thirty push-ups," And I holler back, "Get bent." Now I'm sent to the principal's office, But frankly I don't care. I'm done with gym class for the day Without a moment left to spare.