Look at my legs

So firm and thin.

It’s running I thank

For the shape that I’m in.


See my calves.

Don’t they look great?

Would you believe

I’m past 48?


My waist looks just fine.

My neck’s long and lean.

I weigh no more today

Than I did at 15.


But dear Mother Nature ain’t always so fair.

She causes me pain and loads of despair.

For miles of hard running, she commands a high price

On ten body parts that don’t look so nice.


So look all you want at my waist, hips and knees.

If you dare take a picture, I’ll even say cheese.

But please don’t you take the wind from my sails

By taking a look at my runner’s toenails.