I’ve written this poem because it sums up where my running is at the moment.
This little poem uses the strict Triolet form. I thought it was ideal to get a simple message across about being a runner. Continue reading
I wrote this poem while sitting in Tesco’s car park in Coventry. It was bloody freezing and it did seem like only the sea gulls were having fun.
I know, who writes a poem about farting? It is a hilarious topic, though.
It’s my birthday. So this poem reflects on being 52.