The runners curse

I’ve written this poem because it sums up where my running is at the moment.

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For all the pain and suffering

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

Cry of the gulls

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.

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Windy farts

I know, who writes a poem about farting? It is a hilarious topic, though.

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It’s my birthday. So this poem reflects on being 52.

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