I must have gone insane
I’m jogging again
It seems a bit perverse
There’s a voice inside my brain
Telling me to train
My conscience is a curse
My goals I won’t attain
I’m still in the slow lane
I think I’m in reverse
Running in the rain
Doesn’t help much with the pain
In fact it makes it worse
I don’t wish to complain
But I’m feeling the strain
I need a doctor or a nurse
I think that in the main
I probably should abstain
Before I need a hearse
Instead I’ll eat chow mein
And drink lots of champagne
And in a boxset I’ll immerse
James Proclaims! 
12 responses to “A Poem That Encapsulates My Inner Monologue When I Go Running”
Love it ☺️
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Thanks 😊
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On the sofa I’ll lumpenly quietly remain,
No weighty words, just weight to gain,
Yours sorrily, Obbverse.
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I’m one rainy day away from joining you
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Don’t show your remorse
get back on the course
imagine you’re a horse
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If I were a horse it would be kinder to put me out of my misery
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If God had meant us to run everyday He would not have invented Sofas Chow Mein is the better choice
May the Farce be with you
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Chow mein is the better choice in many scenarios
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Well Said
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Why run when you can lay?
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You make a compelling argument
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ha ha, very good!
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