I used to walk with a manic group in Cyprus. My friend, Steve, still survives! I survived two years of the Monday “Slog!” This is about my last Maniac Walk.
T H O S E M A N I C W A L K E R S
Maniacs, they’re “power-walking”
“Ain’t got time for idle talking!”
Steaming up the steepest slope
For this “poet”, not much hope?
“Don’t have time for eat or drinking!”
Pretty boring, I am thinking
Time to stop, enjoy the view?
Stopping places… really few!
Friend he says: “Dear Nature calling!”
To the rear he’s quietly “falling”
Quick “appointment” with a bush
“Come on, Tony…Time to rush!”
Twenty k’ in three short hours
Draining are my walking powers
Aching knees, my legs soon sore
‘Loving “racing” more and more?
Jays are flying, “Like to stop, guys?”
“Keep it going!”, heaving loud sighs
Shooting from a hunting twit
“This, I do not like one bit!”
“Comfort Stop”, but no one’s waiting
“Just be quick!”, there’s no debating
Group goes left, straight on for me
“Am I lost, or am I free?”
Georgie Bates detects my error (A leading Happy Wanderer)
Tiring of this “Manic Terror”
‘Slowly find our lone way back
“Give the maniacs the sack!”
Monday’s now are for exploring
Manic walks I’m still deploring
Koili Hill, enjoy the view
Problems here are really few! Happy Days, Steve! For Steve Etherington xx