MARATHON

Here we are lined up and ready to race
I won't be the one that will be setting the pace
The ultimate goal of course is first place
A steely determination etched on each runners face

The starter is ready and so fires his gun
All of us runners competing till the race is done
Conditions are wet but soon out pops the sun
Twenty six miles of toil is hardly fun

Three hours later the race is complete
So many runners suffering from tired aching feet
The winner of the race was a man from France
Left us for dead we didn't stand a chance