Neither meniscus tear, hernia, nor fractured ribs,
Can keep us from donning our running bibs.
We’ve stumbled, strained and crashed,
We’ve been bashed, gashed and trashed.
But, if testosterone keeps pumping,
And Mike keeps on dumping,
We’ll finish Dallas on Sunday,
And recover on Monday.
(Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, etc.)
Mike -- love it! You are our Poet Loriet! --Bill
ReplyDeleteMake that our Poet Laureate!
ReplyDeleteAnd you, Bill, are our spelin be champoin!
ReplyDeleteWe simply MUST get Rob to install spell check on our blog!
ReplyDeleteWhy do we need spell check on our glob?
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