Tryathlon Acrostic Poem by Risheeka.

Teams getting ready for their races.

Rushing to the pool to come first.

Yelling to the cyclists to speed up.

All the kids calling out my name.

Tired and puffed from all that hard work.

Hurry, hurry - someone is behind you.

Lining up, ready to run.

Oh no! My team is coming last.

Never mind, we still had fun.