Twas the Night of the Gym Meet

Twas the night of the gym meet,
And there in our den,
We waited, excited,
For the fun to begin.

The computer was on,
Yes, the browser a-humming,
As we watched for the notes
And the scores to start coming.

Six o'clock came, then five past,
And the ten.
We waited and waited,
And then waited again.

When what to our wondering
Eyes should appear?
A few scores, but no notes,
No not one note, then, oh dear!

What's this we see
For our Raegan Tomasek?
'Point 05' on Bars?
Hey, just you wait a sec!

That can't be! Oh, my goodness!
Who's heard of that score?
"She's hurt", we decided,
Could salute, but no more.

The rotation ended,
At last, in came the scores,
But they didn't add up,
Seems we needed one more.

Well, the whole night was like that,
As the scores trickled in,
A true test of our patience,
There in our small den.

But we won the meet,
Then we said,"Hey, what the heck?",
For the All-around was won,
By a healthy Raegan Tomasek!