I chose this photo.
And here is what I did with it.
Novice Jogger
The dark-light, dark-light, dark
Of this fence's strobing shadow
Stripes my pounding feet
As they beat this aching street.
Five miles or fifty, it's all the same.
The slap, pant, slap, pant, slap
Of my forty-something progress
Echoes wall-to-wall
An acoustic rubber ball.
Five miles or fifty, it's all the same.
The tick, tock, tick, tock, tick
Of molasses-mired stopwatch
Slices seconds like a knife
I am running for my life
Five miles or fifty, it's all the same.
I can manage neither.
Then there was the whole Tommy Tucker debacle. I thought that was what we were going to have to do, so I made this....
Little Tommy Tucker
Little Tommy Tucker
Went and took up with a hooker
But the hooker was no looker
So he callously forsook her.
Seeking consolation
She then sued for compensation
But it went to arbitration
She was filled with indignation.
And such terrible frustration.
She felt dissatisfaction
At the judge's poor reaction
And she wowed to take some action,
Put an end to her distraction.
Rigged his pressure cooker
To blow up the feckless sucker.
And now little Tommy Tucker
Rues the day he crossed that hooker.
(Or he would do, if he had lived)
