My Favourite Sport's Day

My friends are fine athletes;
Some are star-spangled.
But I’m unlikely to shine -
In ropes I’m easily tangled.
My strike’s off target
With the javelin throw.
Quick! Mind your head!
Quick! Duck down low!
And forget jumping:
I’m no kangaroo.
For a gold medal,
I’d need rocket shoes!
All eyes are upon me.
Tripping through the hoop,
My heart takes a punch
As I let down the group.
But I love the refreshments
In the shade of a tree
As I sit cross-legged
Dreaming of being free.
Ace at missing the bucket,
My bean bag always strays,
Smacking a spectator,
The Head scowls my way.
With the hockey dribble
Every time I’ll be
The one who wibble-wobbles
And gets the hole in the knee.
I’ll find every pothole
And scatter every mole hill
In that final running race
When my score card shouts NIL!
So do you get the idea?
Nothing goes my way.
Except on the rare event…
Of a wet sport’s day!