A Poem That Encapsulates My Inner Monologue When I Go Running

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

  12 comments for “A Poem That Encapsulates My Inner Monologue When I Go Running

  1. February 4, 2021 at 5:11 am

    Love it ☺️

    Liked by 3 people

  2. February 4, 2021 at 6:54 am

    On the sofa I’ll lumpenly quietly remain,
    No weighty words, just weight to gain,
    Yours sorrily, Obbverse.

    Liked by 3 people

  3. February 4, 2021 at 9:07 am

    Don’t show your remorse
    get back on the course
    imagine you’re a horse

    Liked by 2 people

    • February 4, 2021 at 7:48 pm

      If I were a horse it would be kinder to put me out of my misery

      Like

  4. February 4, 2021 at 10:32 pm

    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

    Liked by 3 people

  5. February 5, 2021 at 2:37 am

    Why run when you can lay?

    Liked by 2 people

  6. February 11, 2021 at 8:24 pm

    ha ha, very good!

    Like

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