09/12/2024
Sent in by Run Leader π€
A Christmas poem written by Emyr;
We gather at spoons, run shoes at home,
A running group, ready to roam.
And soon the drinks will start to flow,
As we find ourselves in the pub, christmas jumpers on show.
βOne drink wonβt hurt,β someone did stammer,
By round three, we heard, βThatβs the hammer!β
Laughter echoed as the night went on,
All running forgotten while singing a christmas song.
In the park, a squirrel watched in glee,
No runners in sight, just camaraderie.
With pints in hand and run stories shared,
The trails abandoned, yet no one cared.
So hereβs to us, the MRP crew,
Whoβd rather laugh with a pint or two.
For lifeβs best races, no need to run,
Just friends, good times, and endless fun.
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