United States' Michael Phelps celebrates winning his gold medal in the men's 200-meter butterfly with his fiancee Nicole Johnson and baby Boomer during the swimming competitions at the 2016 Summer Olympics, Tuesday, Aug. 9, 2016, in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
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August 10, 2016

He hits the wall and sees he's won.

If counting gold, that's 21.

No mere man, this barracuda -

More like Zeus, a god, a Buddha.

The big one was the butterfly.

No way he'd let this pass him by.

And so at last he has the prize,

The anthem plays, tears fill his eyes.

The hour's late, his work is done

And in the seats he spots his son,

Who one day no doubt will delight

On what his old man did this night.

But now, upon his mother's lap,

He'd surely much prefer to nap.

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