Feet behind imaginary line
Eyes ahead, goals defined
Elbows out, space declared
Wide legs braced, shoulders squared
Members grasped with buttocks tight
A self anointed, appointed rite
Pride competing in the proverbial quest
With streams of ego from bladders pressed
Spatters of urine on feet ignored
Off to the next chase and aim once more
On and on till the kidney falls dry
So none can say we didn’t try
_jrh September 08, 2011