Can you be the next McGonagall.

With apologies to Wordsworth, and anyone who enjoys poetry:

I plodded slowly as a toad
That creeps and croaks o'er bogs and crags,
When all at once I saw a load,
A host, of Tesco's carrier bags;
Beside the road, caught in the trees,
Flapping limply in the breeze

Wow, there is real kwality on this thread.

I like SOGs latest one. 

SoG - you are quite brilliant. 

And did those feet in recent time
run upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Apple iPod
Banned or was it seen?

Hmmmmmmm, apologies to Mr Blake for this poor attempt!

Do not go hard into that short plod
Beer belly should burn and rave at end of street
Rage against the shutting of the chippy

Though runners know the end is nigh
Because their Garmins had forked no speed they
Do not go gentle into that face full of Whippy

Excellent, both!

Pity the sorrows of the poor runner,

To fail to get a PB really is a scunner. 

As  they run along the street,

They know they're likely to be beat.

And it brings them no joy,

To hear a shout from a very small boy:

"Call that running? Ye're miles behind the rest!",

As they wipe their sweaty face on their vest.

Kind people all, both great and small

Pity the sorrows of the running kind,

Whose tender parts are chafed, they sadly find;

Therefore we ought to be content with our lot,

And for the PBs we have got, 

And pray to the Lord at night and also in the day,

To make our feet run swiftly on our way,

And be always willing to help fellow runners in their distress,

And the Lord will surely bless

And guard us by day and night,

For doing the things that we know to be right. 

that's too good slo sho!!!

Closely based on "Sorrows of the Blind" by the great man himself!  I have to confess to being a lifelong fan of his.