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.)
5 comments:
Mike -- love it! You are our Poet Loriet! --Bill
Make that our Poet Laureate!
And you, Bill, are our spelin be champoin!
We simply MUST get Rob to install spell check on our blog!
Why do we need spell check on our glob?
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