I’m not a poet but I do spend a lot of time running, sometimes on my own and sometimes with my partner. This partner, although female, is not the aforementioned Princess. I guess she is my Countess, which the Princess appears to be happy about as she believes a Countess is lower in the ranking than a Princess. Anyway, as always I digress. So, yesterday I had a long run on my own because of you know what, shhh… and when I run alone the old brain comes up with all sorts of stuff. Some of it involves stuff I couldn’t put on here, give me a break I am still a bloke 😘 So in this little head of mine I wrote a poem, mainly because Saturday is Parkrun day and if you have no idea what that is? Then follow the link to a previous post, as I say I’m not a poet so I shoved a couple of photos in there to ease the pain. Hope you are all keeping safe and not yet contemplating divorce 😉
The people may be divided
But still, they are united
Parkrun is now prohibited
Alone, we have to run – uninhibited
And ensure we give a 2-meter pass
So, Mr Corona you can kiss my ass.