The Half Marathon
My brother Steve is part of a crazy group of people called, The Late Pigs From The Out Of Order Corner. Between them, they raise hundreds of pounds each year for The Life Boats, by doing crazy things. Last year, he and his friend Drew, decided to run a half marathon. This is the poem I wrote to ensure that all those who sponsored them, paid up! If you have a charity event coming up that needs a bit of a boost, why not have me write a poem for it as a promo.
The Half
Marathon.
By Amanda Jay Clark.
My brother is
doing a half-marathon,
So come on Steve, get those knees high.
And to those who are lazily watching,
Wave encouragingly as he goes by.
He’s spent many long hours in training,
Months of hard labour, and toil,
To get himself in peak condition,
And keep himself well on the boil.
He’s toned up his wobbly bottom,
And his beer belly’s so tight, and trim.
His thighs are stronger than ever,
And he’s looking amazingly slim.
He’s grunted and groaned during push-ups,
And cried while he ran on the spot.
There were creaking sounds when he did knee bends,
And it hurt all his body a lot!
As he turned to the left, then the right side,
And bent over to touch his toes,
He found to his own amazement,
The hard work every athlete knows.
By denying himself his favourite foods,
He’s lost several pounds in weight.
Poor Steve has even let the beer go,
For the fitness he was forced to create.
He swam round the pool, and went jogging,
Till he could hardly catch his breath.
He lifted weights and did stretches,
Almost working himself to death.
Though he’s not exactly an oldie,
He’s not a young man any more,
So by now, you are probably asking,
What the hell is he doing this for?
Keep reading and I’ll tell you,
Why he says "No pain, no gain."
Why he’s willing to go through the agony,
While praying it’s not all in vain.
He’s hoping to raise lots of money,
So I make you this heartfelt plea,
Please support The Lifeboat Charity,
To save people going glug-glug at sea.
They save many good people from drowning,
When they sink and get tangled in kelp.
But, without financial support, they’re the sunk ones.
What if your the next one who’s screaming for help?
Dig right to the bottom of your pockets,
And be as generous as you can.
That will help make our marathon runner,
A very contented man.
While running, he’ll lose gallons of sweat,
Especially in his socks and his shoes.
Pay up, or be forced to smell his feet.
I know which option I’d choose!
He’ll be tired out, and worn to a frazzle,
And his heart will beat hard in his chest.
But, no matter how tough the going,
He won’t quit, cos winning’s what he does best.
So good luck, and keep going Stephen,
As you run with Drew, your friend.
Remember, no matter how much pain the run causes,
It will be worth the hard work in the end.
The Half Marathon is protected by copyright, and remains the property of the author, Amanda Jay Clark.