The Early Moring Runners

They meet at the park at the crack of Dawn

A crowd of keep fitters ready to run

It may be a joy to those who are there

But it’s not everyone’s idea of fun

They limber up with a cup of coffee

And a few stretches to start the day

Up and about at Sparrow Fart

They will soon be on their merry way

As they gather in a reasonable line

Someone blows a whistle and off they go

Charging way into the early morning mist

Just like a rivers flow

A wise old Owl sat up in a tree

Watches intently as they go running by

I bet he thinks to himself

O why O why O why

A passing magpies lets it be known

That he will follow along

A hidden in the bushes nearby

A Robin lets out a song

Those overweight don’t last too long

And soon begin to walk

The others go about their merry way

As they continue to run and talk

It takes about an hour

To reach the end of the run

Believe it or not this is what is called

Early morning fun

But it’s mostly groans and coughs you hear

As they amble back to the car park

Never again I hear people say

Hear, Hear” says some bright spark

I think I will stick to my early morning walk

Less energetic and painful in the end

And enjoy the company of my little Sparrow

My early morning friend.