The Olympics

Thank God it's almost over.
The end will smell of clover.
Should have been blocked at Dover.
As much like sport as calling Rover.

Skate boards, grins and little bikes.
Another three years it'll be toddlers on trikes.
Empty seats and nervous yikes.
Conkers and hopscotch? Medals by likes?

Politics and endless virus talk.
Let's turn the box off and go for a walk.
Greek ghosts laughing at the joke below.
Is anything safe from the sporting HELLo?