To a Runner by Chloe

Whenever I can see you run

It always looks a lot like fun

You always lose about a ton

With all the sweat

You can feel like you have won

You won a bet

 

The race course always looks so big

I hope thy don’t play games of tig

As they may just wreck the gig

Would be a shame

You wished you saw a flying pig

While you were lame

 

You’re as hot as a warm bun

You’re always red just like the sun

You never want to weigh a ton

So just be cool

So just do a wee, sleekit run

Don’t be a fool

 

BY CHLOE R

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