I've been entered in a three-legged race, <br />And somehow, I'm tied up to Jane, <br />Oh goodness me, Oh, No! No! No! , <br />She's fallen down again. <br /> <br />The handkerchief's tied up far too tight, <br />Now it's really cutting into my ankle, . <br />I've tried to release it, with all of my might, <br />But now it's beginning to rankle. <br /> <br />Oops! Oh Lor! She's now keeling over, <br />She'll never be steady at this game, <br />At least she has fallen onto the clover, <br />Ouch! That was a real shocking pain! <br /> <br />We are wobbling off across the lawn, <br />But certainly not running as 'one', <br />I've a feeling that my ligament's been torn <br />This cannot possibly be rated as fun. <br /> <br />She clearly doesn't have the knack at all, <br />We're not even of the same height, <br />But if I had partnered the nice boy Paul, <br />Both of us would have stayed upright! <br /> <br />No way are we going to win this race, <br />Oh. Goodness, now I've lost my shoe, <br />And Jane's got grass stains all over her face, <br />I wish that these 'legs' were just my two.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-three-legged-race/
