I've literally just been running, and what better way to cool off than to write a poem about cooling off after running? No better way!
No better way.
Enjoy!
On Running
I was just running,
I have just ran.
And now I’m sitting,
In front of a fan.
So if you ask me, darling,
What I’ve just done,
I’ll tell you plainly.
‘I’ve been for a run.
And now I’m cooling,
Myself the hell down,
Because that running
Is a sweaty work-out.
It might just be me.
I’m a very sweaty man,
Hence I’m cooling,
Via the breeze of this fan.
And I don’t mean fan as in a handheld fan,
And I don’t mean fan as in a fan of my brand
Of off-kilter poetry about how much I sweat,
I mean a motor-run fan that might dry me when I’m wet.’
Then you’ll look at me, darling,
And you’ll look quite ill.
Then it’s your turn, darling,
You’ll run for the hills.
Then you’ll have been running,
And of these things you never can
Be sure of darling,
But I think you’ll sit in front of a fan.
