Morning Jog Poem by Phil Soar

Morning Jog

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Jogging down a country lane
While all around was foggy
Over-stretching muscles
That had made him feel quite groggy
Stumbling through the hedgerow
And falling on the grass
Surprising cows and other beasts
And landing on his ass
He lay there in a crumpled mess
The cows were not amused
So while he sat to catch his breath
He was stomped on and abused

Monday, October 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: funny,nonsense
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