I don’t know why we’re running but my feet are getting sore,
we started out on Monday and it’s almost half past four.
I’m running after Razza who is racing after Ron,
who’s neck and neck with Nancy who is nose to tail with John.
We’re running with the whale sharks off the coast of Ningaloo,
deep beneath the ocean in a world entirely blue,
I’m running out of options, and my patience running thin.
‘Run away,’ I hear you say, ’before they run you in!’
We’re running round in circles and I’m running out of puff.
The rumour is we’re almost there though the running’s getting rough.
My blisters now have blisters, and I don’t know what to do,
my bladder’s fit to busting and I really need the LOO.
Dear Alys,
This poem was great. I liked the way you did this poem about something we always do (I’m pretty sure everybody runs at least once a day). I love running, I mean who wouldn’t. On the downside though, I do not like running far distances because I gat big no huge stiches on my tummy.
Kind regards Tirath
Oooh, I do sympathize with the stitches. I get a sore leg if I run too far. Glad you enjoyed yet another silly poem. I had fun trying to get the character to run to different places in Australia. Rhyming was definitely tricky with this one!! Alys 😃😃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃
I wonder when he stops running
Hmmm, Vinuk. I’m not sure. Perhaps, he doesn’t! Alys 🏃♂️🏃♂️🏃♂️🏃♂️🏃♂️🏃♂️🏃♂️🏃♂️
Hi Alys
This poem is really Interesting. And did you get the idea of the name ron from harry potter?
I also love running alot.
Dinidu
Hi Dinidu, I can’t remember where I got the names from. Not from Harry Potter, although that’s one of my favourite stories!! I love running, too. I’m a little bit slower than when I was young!! Alys 🤸🤸🤸🤸🤸