London Marathon

For months and months you worked so hard

Each day you had to train

No matter what the weather did

In sunshine and in rain

And then the date in autumn comes

It’s time to do your stuff

And hope the work that you put in

Will make it not too tough

A cool wind blows across Blackheath

The sight of all those shoes

The time has come, the klaxon sounds

Desires they must now ooze

The aches, the pains, the evil wall

That voice which screams to stop

It matters not how you got there

If ran, or walked or hopped

The streets are lined, in thousands came

They don’t know who you are

But cheered you on, of you they’re proud

Today you’re all our star