Trot, trot, slap, slap, trot, trot, slap, slap <br />lone highway, it is hot <br />and lots of inner strength on tap <br />a marathon it's not. <br /> <br />Those training runs I used to do <br />in early morning cool <br />and never wear a single shoe <br />some neighbours call me fool. <br /> <br />Thick fog one day. I could not see <br />the houses as I passed <br />my energy was running free <br />inside, though, I was gassed. <br /> <br />That barbecue with chilli beans <br />and Weihenstephan beer <br />had given me (through carbs) the means <br />to run in seventh gear. <br /> <br />But, beans explode and leave behind <br />the puff of fifty dragons <br />on contact insects do go blind <br />the sound is like Volkswagens. <br /> <br />In front of a most stately home <br />a thunderbolt shot out <br />it scared a handsome garden gnome <br />and there she stood, a Kraut! <br /> <br />'Zo, doo yoo ssink it helps yoo runn <br />much faaster ssroo ze bresher? ' <br />'Oh no', I said it is pure fun <br />and after I feel fresher.' <br /> <br />She nodded then, as if to think <br />when, once again, it blew <br />I gave a small but playful wink <br />as if I had a clou. <br /> <br />A cloud had formed around the place <br />I made my get-away <br />a crimson red was on my face <br />I could no longer stay. <br /> <br />With all the speed at my command <br />I sprinted through the fog <br />Behind, the words 'I underschdand <br />yoo faaard und runn like dogg! '<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/running-backpressure/
