The Ode to the AB Badge
It was the Year 2012, September Four
Mark Spitz won his seventh Gold, forty years yore
Not four but seven badges the world didn’t ignore.
You, we ABers, wear your badges with such pride and I
Admire you unreservedly. I share
Your pride and yet your concern to serve. I care
About the principles you're standing by,
The AB causes you uphold so well. So why
This caution, this reluctance to declare
Myself as one committed, and to wear
Those badges that the dedicated ABers
Acolytes, Newscaster or Agoniser
These Badges come thick and thin,
Many without but several with two wins.
On our succulent profiles that now we display?
Am I weak, an ignoramus skulking down the way,
Of AB non-alignment, weak when you are strong?
Perhaps; but in my heart I'd rather stay
Where AB questions lie unanswered. I belong
Where I must debate with myself each day
Before I type, this possibility: I might be wrong.
An Olympic Gold, precious that is sure
An AB Badge, maybe, just maybe, that really is more.