Eddie the Eagle
Broke, short-sighted, accident prone
Ski-jumping plasterer from Cheltenham
Our first Olympic ski-jump hope
Madcap Eddie, what a bloke!
Broke his jaw, but had no money
Tied it up with garish scarf
‘Never say die’ our hero muttered
Battled on up Olympic path
Forever cast as kamikaze Eddie
Expected now to finish last.
Once, his helmet tied with string
Overtook him, plummeting
As he flew though cold clear air
So his helmet, with ‘Eagle’ there
In bold gold letters glittering bright
That helmet put up such a fight
It beat our Eddie with a higher score
Undaunted, Eddie goes back for more
Doggedly he perseveres
Ignores all setbacks, qualms and fears.
February ’88 all’s revealed
First to go on second jump
Honour reserved for worst in field
In his throat he feels a lump
The crowd cries
“Go, go Eddie the Eagle!”
He squats there, ready
Spec’s a glinting
Frosty breath, he takes his time
Waves to all and perches, waiting
Waiting, praying on the line
“Please let me survive
And come through with everything intact”.
Well, it’s not often you jump off a mountain, is it?
Captured hearts of all sports lovers
Flutter madly as he flies
Through the air in wild abandon
Hurtles through the wintry skies
Now lands safely: ecstatic roar!
Trembling legs and flailing arms
The moment worth a thousand qualms
Eddie the Eagle, superstar
Hands clasped above head held high
“See, I’m an eagle, I can fly”
Broken chin and bottle lens
The man who made a million friends.
Polly Stretton © 1988