Running Scared, Humour
This morning’s run began so benign and gentle,
Yet 15 minutes later deep feelings were unhinged,
Confused, I recalled my latest meals,
Whilst my insides were impinged.
Aghast, I sensed the futility,
Of my plight against this ongoing urge,
With jalapeno pizza making itself heard,
From the inside there came the surge.
Now time was of the essence,
Yet speed of movement constrained,
The last few furlongs were in angst,
As the feelings barely waned.
Thoughts waivered to hideous options,
On the beach there were few souls about,
If this continues to get much worse,
I may have to leave behind my own brown stout!
Alas I made my entrance home,
Victoriously casting the bathroom door aside,
This moment had been forever in the making,
Yet now all was forgiven, as the foulness did but glide.
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