I hear the announcer’s call
A sea of runners, one and all
Jogging to the starting line
You'll find me in the front line
I'm getting ready to run my race
My shoestrings did I tightly lace
Jetting off the starting blocks like a piece of hot lead
I sprint to get ahead
I quickly seek to take the lead
I pump my arms like mad
My footprints they can trace
As I set a very fast pace
The meters go flying by
I hear my supporter’s shrill cry
Onward, faster, run, run faster
This race you'll soon master
My quickened breath
The air whistling in and out of my mouth
My legs pound the ground
My lungs are making this horrible sound
Everyone I quickly pass
But I'm almost out of gas
Harder and harder do I run
This race is no longer fun
I see the finish line
The trophy, no my trophy, has such a beautiful shine
I've run my race
Within my fingers that trophy they'll place
I know it'll be mine
Not giving it to me would be such a crime
I chance a glance behind me
Turning back, I run smack dab into a tree
The emergency workers are instantly here
Their diagnosis is, my head, will forever be square
My race, my trophy went to the guy behind me
As I look up at the spinning stars that only I can see
I manage to hobble to my feet
I will never show defeat!!
I thank God for my thickhead
As I cross the finish line with a white bandage round my head
Written by:
Jason Cheney
February 2021
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 8:55 AM UTC
I hear the announcer’s call
A sea of runners, one and all
Jogging to the starting line
You'll find me in the front line
I'm getting ready to run my race
My shoestrings did I tightly lace
Jetting off the starting blocks like a piece of hot lead
I sprint to get ahead
I quickly seek to take the lead
I pump my arms like mad
My footprints they can trace
As I set a very fast pace
The meters go flying by
I hear my supporter’s shrill cry
Onward, faster, run, run faster
This race you'll soon master
My quickened breath
The air whistling in and out of my mouth
My legs pound the ground
My lungs are making this horrible sound
Everyone I quickly pass
But I'm almost out of gas
Harder and harder do I run
This race is no longer fun
I see the finish line
The trophy, no my trophy, has such a beautiful shine
I've run my race
Within my fingers that trophy they'll place
I know it'll be mine
Not giving it to me would be such a crime
I chance a glance behind me
Turning back, I run smack dab into a tree
The emergency workers are instantly here
Their diagnosis is, my head, will forever be square
My race, my trophy went to the guy behind me
As I look up at the spinning stars that only I can see
I manage to hobble to my feet
I will never show defeat!!
I thank God for my thickhead
As I cross the finish line with a white bandage round my head
Written by:
Jason Cheney
February 2021
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