Lighthouse!
Roger Roger!
Hard hearted harbingers of Polly’s haggis!
Beautiful!
Bemused!
Bellicose runners!
Untrusting!
Unknowing!
Unstrect-ed?
“He wants you back!” Whitesnake screams into the night air
Like a fireman Ed going to
A window that has no fire
Except his passion for the Brunch Club…
I am cold!
Running 4 miles is really hard!
This cold (and poem), sucks.
