That’s it,
I’m on the home straight,
My last leg,
The Mall if you will.
***
Although I’m not panting,
Or have a strain on my knees,
My brain is lagging,
And my thoughts are on cheese.
***
I am not athletic,
If I run I would wheeze,
But I can also say,
These poems were not a breeze.
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