Cross Country

Early this morning I was going for a stroll with my friends Semera and Celia. While we were walking we had some nice conversations together. But really we were suppose to be running. 

Cross Country

Walt: write a poem or rap.

Cross Country

Jogging another 2 kilometers tired as a big old lazy dog,

Running and jogging pass the marshals clapping telling,

Us it’s only 5 minutes with a lot of fog.

Dodging every little child from left to right,

I spring my legs in the air jumping high as a light.

Still running as fast as I can before my time stops,

Feeling water hop.

But no it’s my stinky, leaking sweat from my forehead

Jogging past my girl friends dragging them from the top

with time sprinting round, I’m going to drop.

They all freak out like we would not make it

Telling them don’t panic just think that theres  

A big large chocolate waiting for you at the finish line

We all sprint to the finish line just making it before the time

On the dot 4 minutes

All my girls just stare at me panicking

I thought there was chocolate waiting for me.