Ballad of the jogger

Guest jogger spot via - Mr Preston

A windy day in Derby town
to make things worse it p*ssed it down
but through this bleak and blustery day
two young joggers, made their way
across the park, around the pond
jogged quickly passed the bird flu’d swans
and down the path where gypsies cruise
who’d steal the laces from your shoes
flying past with feet like wings
legs covered in red nettle stings
and back to work, smelling grim
they pay the price for keeping trim
they wash before they get their tea
in shower rooms that smell of wee
so ends the ballad that we hum
for the jogger and his jogging chum.

(We did around 8K)