A Poetic Trio (with Bonus Outtakes)

A Limerick About a Prick

There once was a runner named Spence,

Who always would give his two cents.

He had his comeuppance

For all of his tuppence

When gals left him for less bossy gents.

The Pooh Haiku

Up and down I go

The bowels wait for no run

I pray for dense growth

Doggone It: the Sonnet

The serenity of a refreshing jaunt

In the dewy hours of newborn dawn

Such quietude that I would want

Is precipitously trampled on.

He runs to me with canines bared

A bark so shrill to pierce my ears.

Now in his leash I am ensnared.

His vulgar owner laughs to tears.

I disentangle with a scowl

As she says he is but playing.

I dream of murdering most foul

But leave without further delaying.

I run perturbed and am far warier

Of future run-ins with her terrier.

Bonus outtakes:

A Limerick About a Prick, Var. 1

There once was a man who ran past

The others because he was fast.

He fell in the dirt

Though he was unhurt

He ended up coming in last.

A Limerick About a Prick, Var. 2

There once was a man on the grass,

Running along way too fast.

A tree root protruded

His stride was up-rooted

And he ended up flat on his ass.

A Limerick About a Prick, Var. 3

I once ran with a man, a poor gent

Who didn’t observe where he went.

A crack caught his toe,

He fought hard, but no.

He ended up eating cement.