Carol Ann Duffy, the Poet Laureate has penned an ode for the Olympics. Linky

I’m pretty sure that we, the STW massif, can come up with something also that will convey the magnitude, spectacle and expensive of the forthcoming extravaganza.

Here is mine.

There was a young man called Coe,
Who had a plan that cost plenty of dough,
The venue was impressive,
The cost was excessive,
And no ******er could afford to go.

Lack of poetical skills means I’m reduced to plagiarism

There was a young man called Coe,
Who had a plan to make plenty of dough,
It was only the banks,
And their overpaid w**ks,
That could really afford to go.

Olympian I
Water is best,

while gold gleams like blazing fire in the night,

brightest amid a rich man’s wealth;

but, my heart, if it is of games that you wish to sing,

look no further than the sun; as there is no star

that shines with more warmth by day from a clear sky,

so we can speak of no more expensive spectacle than Olympia.

(except for maybe war)

disclaimer – this may also be plagiarised a bit from Pindar