The Funrun or the Galloping Scot
'Twis Oz Day in Meningie toon,
When there arrived oor Quine and Loon,
An winn'rin' fit the locals dee,
They asked aboot,
"A Fun Run", wis the prompt reply...
A five K. route.
"That's jist the job", says Joyce, wi glee,
An entered for a five buck fee,
For that sma sum an' breakfast tae?
She winnert sair,
Unsocial hoors are jist nae in't...
An' sae unfair!
Twa ringin clocks an' shouts fae Hugh,
Half-seven start!...she made it too!!
The starter's gun rent through the dawn,
Wi' much cuffuffel,
Joyce left ahen, the rest awa,
Wi' muckle scuffle.
Undaunted, oor intrepid Quine,
A flaggin' wife caught up, er sine,
An like a sprinter, sailed right passed
Wi n'er a look,
It wis a mither wi a pram
At last the finish line in sight,
Joyce bursled o'er, wi main an' might,
A patient, awfa hungry Hugh...
Tho' fotie mindit,
The purple face an' birstin' breest,
Now soon the winners they proclaimed,
In her age class it wis maintained,
Oor ain McConville had cam first,
An noo a medal roon her neck,
An then they fan oot they were Scots,
A sash'd up Joyce and lots more fots,
The usual error then was made,
Re "Ross United"!
McConville's in, an Ross is oot,
An' Joyce delighted!
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