Mummy Ran The Jingle Jog Poem by Martin Ward

Mummy's best friend Mavis,
who works in her office,
likes to share chocolate bars,
cream cakes and gossip.

In a moment of bravado or madness,
Mavis said it would be such a lark
to enter this year's Jingle Jog
and run two laps of Markeaton Park.

Our mummy signed up for the race,
although Mavis (conveniently)forgot.
With daddy as coach to set the pace,
our own 'Usaina Bolt' should beat the lot.

Mummy trained and the great day came
with the park filled with Saint Nicks,
all gathering for the fun-packed game
of running, walking and taking pics.

Daddy decided to check the route
and help mummy in her warm-up,
but skidded on something nasty under-foot:
the infamous Markeaton Park duck muck.

Mummy sped off at a blistering pace,
pursued by hundreds of runners.
But then the real Santa slipped on his face
in the duck muck: not much fun, eh?

'I did that a few minutes ago, ' said daddy.
Santa got up and gave him a dirty look:
'You don't deserve any presents, you baddie.'
Sadly, daddy's words were mistook.

(Apologies for the poor grammar here,
but a rhyme was needed) .

But Christmas was not totally ruined,
as mummy finished the race pretty fast.
The park cafe had hot coffee brewing
and daddy got to meet Santa at last!