Number one if I can—maybe last—we shall see;
Either way, at the finish line I shall be.
Ready to run and spread Marathon charm
In every mile’s contest do more good than harm
Doing nothing unfair to raise any alarm
The course is lovely, hills are steep
But I need a steady pace to keep
And miles to go–I must dig deep
And miles to go–I must dig deep
Quiet as a mousie studying the route
Praying proper prep is not in vain
The best laid plans of marathoners
Might lead to disarray
Race day ending in grief and pain
At the expense of joy!
Running after Midnight is eerie
Passing mile twenty-one, weak and weary
All other runners finished early
A few quaint and curious are waiting
Some encouraging, some baiting
Only this and nothing more
Quoth my sore feet “Nevermore”
Two roads diverged on the marathon course
And obviously, I couldn’t travel both
And neither were they clearly marked
So I took the one I thought was best
And now I’m far behind the rest
water puddle
marathoners running
soaked sneakers squishing
An author Dr Seuss you see
Who in my youth inspired me
While sitting on my mother's knee
She would read contentedly
She'd read me the Cat In The Hat
The Foot Book/other books like that
And now I write with childlike glee
Most styles and forms of poetry
For you to enjoy
Um, hopefully!