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