The Three-Legged Race Poem by Ernestine Northover

The Three-Legged Race

Rating: 4.8


I've been entered in a three-legged race,
And somehow, I'm tied up to Jane,
Oh goodness me, Oh, No! No! No! ,
She's fallen down again.

The handkerchief's tied up far too tight,
Now it's really cutting into my ankle, .
I've tried to release it, with all of my might,
But now it's beginning to rankle.

Oops! Oh Lor! She's now keeling over,
She'll never be steady at this game,
At least she has fallen onto the clover,
Ouch! That was a real shocking pain!

We are wobbling off across the lawn,
But certainly not running as 'one',
I've a feeling that my ligament's been torn
This cannot possibly be rated as fun.

She clearly doesn't have the knack at all,
We're not even of the same height,
But if I had partnered the nice boy Paul,
Both of us would have stayed upright!

No way are we going to win this race,
Oh. Goodness, now I've lost my shoe,
And Jane's got grass stains all over her face,
I wish that these 'legs' were just my two.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Duncan Wyllie 19 February 2006

Fond applause for a great day! What fun love Duncan

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Uriah Hamilton 19 September 2005

It is said, two legs are better than three. Have you thought of playing monoply?

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