| Show Intramural Track Spice Described Through foe Poetry try The gun was fired and of off the flew Of the Runners who would finish no man knew The race was to prove long because no one would train But everyone was willing wiling to try despite the next days day's pains In the group was Vas a Ute Rex Beckstead by name He was overweight carrying enough bulk to make most men lame Rex started the half mile grind plenty deliberate and slow Why he should run so cautious s and unconcerned I do not know As Rex had completed the first first half of the telling race He saw Ike Ikc Armstrong in the crowd wi with th a grin on his face Rex realized if he was to play regular regular regular reg reg- ular end next year he must Ike impress His legs he started to stretch he was out to do or die and not for any dress One by one he started to pass but the grind was telling on him every step His occasional look at Ike the only thing that gave him pep The finish line was approaching and Rex glassy-eyed glassy had to place So he gave a final spurt his legs gave out and he passed the finish line flat on his face M. M J. J A A. A |
