Oh, my Blonde Jogging Girl!
How smoothly you do run!
For nigh on five – no six! – years now
In every race you’ve won!
Maybe not in chip time;
Or sprinting past your foes;
But in my heart you break the tape
And win, and place, and show!
I may not know your name
Or travel in your crowd
But when I see you jogging,
There is no rain or cloud!
Your pony tail, it spirals;
Your legs, they dash and leap;
If only you would slow your pace
You’d see I’m not a creep!
Your endurance is impressive
And your face so fine and fair
I long to run aside you
Oh, the miles that we could share!
Instead you curtly nod your head;
Two ships passing in the trees
I love you Blonde Jogging Girl
You’re the cracker to my cheese!