on Sunday i run a 5k
normally, i'd say no way
but it's for a good cause
so i did not pause
to jump right on in
though i know i won't win
unfortunately i'm sure i'm gonna die
or most likely, i'm definitely gonna cry
because on Monday i ran to Africa and back
well maybe that's a bit dramatic as a matter of fact
and my ankles got all blistered and bloody
and definitely the new shoes got all kinds of muddy
all this said
i hope i get out of bed
on sunday morning
or jill will come roaring
because she's my running partner
and i don't want to cross her
how and when will this poem end
here's a good place to put in the word backbend
adios, arrivederci, later, goodbye
now it's time for a little chocolate pie
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