. Sue was the star of Central High. In girls’ athletics she excelled. Her competition would just sigh. The best of it she ably quelled. Track, swimming, wrestling, volleyball— No other girl could match her skill. Twenty-five trophies lined her wall And she looked forward to more still. Alas, her senior year, poor Sue Met competition unexpected. It took a form that was quite new To her and, one might say, confected. While dressing out one afternoon She spotted a familiar face, One that was slightly out of tune With what went on within the space She occupied. She eyed the arms With bulging biceps, and the chest— Expansive, though quite flat its charms— And none too greatly was impressed. “Why, Edwin, it’s—” “Edwina, please!” Her classmate then corrected her. “Of course! Edwina ... Near the trees You’ll find a spot where you can spur The girls’ team on. We—” “Me, a cheer Leader? Oh, Sue, you’ve got it wrong. I am a woman now. I’m here To join the team where I belong.” Sue stretched her memory hard: had Ed Finished a notch above fourth place In any tourney, much less sped To victory in a sprinting race? Against not any boy, Sue thought, Nor had he shown much prowess in A baseball suit. Oh sure, he caught Okay, but ... well, his bat was thin. Ed’s sore lack of athletic chops Had been a source of disappointment; But never bitter failure stops The one with guts ... or else some ointment ... Some hormone regimen, perhaps ... Some expertise, and means to pay ... And, voilá!—glad, proud victory laps Were fair Edwina’s every day. Though quite intent to raise the bar Of girl’s athletics to new heights, Edwina, now the girls’ team’s star, Was generous to lesser lights. One day she hailed the former champ: “You’re just the best ... well nearly, Sue! You looked so sharp in training camp; I’m just so glad that we’re one–two.” . . Julian D. Woodruff was a teacher, orchestral musician, and librarian. He served for several years as librarian at the Crocker Art Museum, Sacramento, CA. He now resides in the area of Rochester, NY, where he writes poetry and fiction, much of it for children. His work has appeared in Frostfire Worlds and on the websites of Carmina, Parody Poetry, and Reedsy. His GPS poem placed tenth in the last riddle contest of The Society of Classical Poets.