Two months before London 2012 I was reserve for the opening ceremony… I had to get in
A plea to whoever receives this ode
From a reserve left by the side of the road
Please know that I am here
Waiting for the all clear
I even live in the Olympic post code.
The opening ceremony is what I await
My schedule is a clean slate
Two auditions I did complete
Tip tapping my dancing feet
But now I await my Olympic fate.
So to you I do ask
Let me help with your task
To welcome the world to our host nation
Going above and beyond expectation
To help inspire a generation.
Unbelievably, this dashed-off ditty got me in. The following day I received a phone call from the casting people to say they liked my poem and that they had found a place for me. My own Olympic fairytale had come true.