The Edinburgh Half Marathon from Hell (Rock On)


looking back

Like dafties we paid siller for pain

Breaking joints and spine on Edinburgh’s outlying lungs

The Arctic blast in April filleted the SAS team out;

Never mind the bands playing to the blue skinned

Natives and guests from all parts.


Yet it is as nothing to what hunger does,

What hatred carves out in many a heart and place

When you have a finish that is there not hidden

There is not much to get over

Just some pure Scottish rain pelting Saint and Sinner alike.



Having had a good response to a running piece-here’s one for all and KS-time for another?


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