My Olympic Odyssey (Part 9): Desperate measures

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.

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