daniel jack

Racehorses end up routinely as glue.
But sometimes they're made into pet food, it's true.
Now just you imagine, the Grand National winner,
Being put in a tin to become Fidos dinner.

Last time I ran a marathon,
It took more than a day.
That's not because I'm very slow,
But cos I lost my way.

The starter fired the starting gun,
As starters always do,
But me, I almost died of fright,
And had to use the loo.

When I returned, the race was gone,
And just me left behind.
With no one to accompany me,
The route I could not find.

I'd never been round there before,
I fell in panics grip,
And had to use the loo again
Before I made the trip.

Next time I run a marathon,
It wont take me a day.
I'll use the loo the night before,
Then in touch I can stay.