Die Hard Joggers
The jogging group just ran by
Donned in hat, scarf and glove.
Patches of snow still on the ground lie
Sent from the skies above
But it doesn't diminish the jogger's love.
They're laughing and chatting on the way
Enjoying fresh air and clear skies.
It isn't supposed to snow today
So today's run is their prize.
Let's hope the weatherman's wise.
They give me hope that spring is near
Though they're bundled up warm and snug.
At least thirty joggers have passed by here
While I watch from inside with my coffee mug
As warm as a bug in a rug.
I should feel guilty I suppose
That I'm not out there jogging too
But this cold air affects my nose
And makes my lips turn blue
So I'll just wait for the snow to shoo!
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