Monday, August 31, 2015

Galloping to the Finish Line



At school we run races
And I'm put through my paces,
But I can't stand the faces,
As I round all the bases.

There's a silliness there,
And I haven't a care,
For the worry laid bare,
In my coach's stare.

So I'm O for O,
And everyone's yelling go.
I quicken my legs, not letting them slow.
And wouldn't you know?
I've passed the white base and it's go! 
It's one for the show.
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