I've been reading some blogs
and they all seem to rhyme,
everyone seems to be more creative than me
all of the time.
I tell myself I'm a programmer
I'm not a poet.
But maybe I have an inner odist
and I just don't know it.
I had a tough day at work today
but I hit my deadline.
If I could just make it to football,
the evening would turn out just fine.
Football? I hear you ponder,
is that proper Juneathon activity?
Why not just go for a run,
get to mile two, or maybe three.
Football is harder than you might think,
5-a-side is my game.
Its short, fast and frentic paced,
running just isn't the same.
OK, I hear you concur,
it definitely counts for Juneathon.
Did you score, did you win?
I suppose its ok, if you had fun.
I didn't score, but we did win.
its been a while
since my face has seen this grin.
We also got some free drinks.
Free drinks? I hear you cry
Start of a new season, they said
why not stop by
As this poem comes to an end
I was wondering if I should get a new job.
I could do this for a living,
the evidence is in the blog.
But really programming is where my talent lies,
I couldn't do this all day.
I think I should finish this blog soon,
I'm not really any good at this rhyming stuff anyway.
But by doing this, I feel included,
part of the group.
And now my poem has gone full circle,
one dodgy, badly rhymed loop.
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