The clouds are bursting, the rain is spitting
The controls are out, the emus are sitting
The runners are ready, the start is afar
The chaos is a pond us, searching under the stars
The sprint is on, the ground is clear.
Look out, the stumps are here.
The flags are under, the birds are singing
Not far to go, the controls are beeping
The finish is near, the banner is seen
Disappointed its over, the last punch has been
Anticipation, the moment has arrived
The SI is inserted, ready for to provide
The time is shown, the moment has come
Was it disappointment or was it fun.
Walking back to the car, it’s across the street
Maybe I’ll try again, maybe next week.