At a local fete,
For a bit of fun,
We made it a date,
To be kids, bar none.
So all the men climbed
Into old bags of flour,
And when the noon bell chimed,
They jumped with all their power.
The hardest fought of adult sack races,
With dust flying up over hands and faces.
I think the winner was supported the most,
I’m lying here on this cushioned towel,
Because today I’ve been feeling somewhat foul.
My head is rested on this lime creepy crawly,
Because I am spent and I’m rather poorly.
Yesterday I was full of fun,
And so I chose to run and run.
But now exhaustion’s caught up with me,
And I’m as dog tired as I could be.
So leave me be and let me sleep,
Besides, you see, I’m counting sheep!!
© Caro Ness 2015