An A.D.D. ODE

An A.D.D. Ode To my Brooks Adrenaline & Skirts & GF's

Oh sweet Brooks A, how I love how you feel,
(Except when blisters are new on my heel)
Healing our souls one stride at a time,
I love that time is easy to ryhme.
And thyme is one word, and soles is another,
Which brings me to Katye, my GirlFriend, the other
Lover of shoes, and skirts too of course,
Because when you are out running the course,
You must toe the line with taste.
Though impossible to race,
We'll try to keep pace,
With TMB, our resident speeder,
Running together, dripping sweat by the liter.