The Trimester Triathlon
The Trimester Triathlon – The Trimester Triathlon
Runners and racers, Pacers and Knicks
Raiders and Lions, rackets and kicks
Skaters and skiers, fast Nascar rigs
Takes ten ESPN’s to keep up with the gigs
Marathons now are just not enough
For men to show others just how they’re tough
Iron men I tell you as strong as you be
Your contests are nothing compared to mommy!
The Trimester Triathlon – The Trimester Triathlon
Then labor and birth and nurse round the clock
Without enough sleep, she’s the real jock
The Trimester Triathlete – The Trimester Triathlete
Lasers and tasers, phasers and guns
Tall towers, nuke power, poaching for fun
Millionaires, billionaires, piled so high
Daredevil dreamers dry, wet, or sky
Impressive you are, oh, fill up the ‘zines
You are the wizards behind the machines
But deep down you know no matter your feats
Compared to a mother it’s all an easy street!
The Trimester Triathlon – The Trimester Triathlon
No man can do it – it takes a womb
A nine-month warm-up – then non-stop care to the tomb
The Trimester Triathlete – The Trimester Triathlete
Men meant to be hunters and protectors of the tribe
Shamans and craftsmen who keep us alive
All serving the mothers who all serve the kids
Who grow to be elders in the cycle of kin
We need men’s power and presence for sure
Need their hearts, minds, and passion so pure
Not squandered on sports and cliché accolades
In a misguided quest for eternal fame
Some say competition brings out our best
But cooperation is a much greater test
So, keep up with that mother who’s truly all-in
Then victory is (y)ours we all win-win-win!
The Trimester Triathlon – The Trimester Triathlon
No gold medals – or championships
Just precious human lives and real relationships
The Trimester Triathlete – The Trimester Triathlete
No one can do it – it takes a team
So the trimester triathlete can enjoy her dream
