It was Halloween morning and it was not even cold,
the pumpkins had been carved and set out to mold.
With football on TV and the baby sawin’ logs,
I sat on the couch to catch up on some blogs.
But the sky was so clear and the ground was all dry,
so I went up the stairs and got dressed with a sigh.
For all I had left for jog-wear, of course,
was my frightening pair of shorty short-shorts.
After I laced up my shoes and plugged in my Zune,
I got started on three with a cool list of tunes.
But after I’d been about a mile or so,
I’d been going too fast and I started to slow.
Mile Two was so hard, I just wanted to walk,
when all of a sudden, Avril started to rock.
Faster and faster, I wanted more speed,
Because, lately, I’ve felt this is something I need.
I turned up the hill, the end was in sight,
I hoped to get home before Halloween night!
I looked at the clock, not believing my power,
Three miles with four hills in just a half hour!