Oh dear...this is going to do my heed in now...off to running club soon which i anticipate will involve avoiding idle talk so i can now construct a limerick.......aaaaaaarrrrrrrgh!
enjoying them tho-fun!
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right i am back....
there was a young lass called freckle
made some errors in life but had nettle
one day she ran up a fell
and thought it real swell
and for nothing less will she now settle!
as basil brush would say BOOM BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last edited by freckle; 12-11-2009 at 09:37 PM.
Athletics Weekly have the same idea, but less impressive selection of poetry... all seems to be about running, for some reason!
http://www.athletics-weekly.com/foru...16d52b25cb0d2a
I'll give you a sample limerick...
There was a young man named Caster
Who suddenly ran a lot faster
When one day he heard
He could run as a bird
If he strapped down his co*k with a plaster.
Sorry Freckle, probably not what you were thinking! And now I'm off to run in the rain with a headtorch!
I'm thinking worms, can, open....
Oh happy days! Poetry anarchy.
I like the offering Boywonder!
Another twisty turn of direction today. Love it. I've just wasted a whole run thinking up non-limerick verse!
Sometimes I think
I only run so that I
can shovel down
heart attack inducing
quantities
of chocolate digestives
with no regrets
There was a young lady called Hester
Who cycled from Masham to Leicester
That wasn’t her plan
She just followed a man
Clad in some tight polyester