This year we’re lucky there’s no rain
But the road blocks make our life a pain
Disruptions new
The Sunday market - milling crowd
There were some who voiced out loud
The Marathon left them less than wowed
But they were few.
As the runners hurtled into sight
Gazing neither left nor right
The human stampede reached the light
And passed at red
No matter – the police stood by
Stopping all the passers-by
From crossing although some did try;
Sport rules instead!
On such days buses do not run
In our neck of the woods till one
But Shank’s pony’s can be fun
We meet and greet;
Many in costume also ran
I saw fright wigs and “Superman”
And although I am not a fan
I lined the street.
(c) Poet in the woods 2013
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