One of my friends signed up for a race in CT, called “Where the Pavement Ends”.
Growing up with Shel Silverstein, one of my favorite poems was “Spaghetti!”
With a little research, a little boredom, and a love for manipulating songs, I came up with the following.
Miles, Miles, running all over the place,
4 mile trail through Hemlock Hills in open space,
Over Lake Windwing and around Leibowitz Section,
I hope the brisk air doesn’t give me an erection,
Filling my body with good energy I guess,
What’s making the roadway a firery mess!
The race is near ending, I’m totally stoked
My feet will no longer be proded and poked,
I told them “Good Luck”, I said “Get Ready”,
I’m glad the passerbys listened
and didn’t throw spaghetti!