A Difficult Double Life
There once was an amateur jogger,
Who dabbled a bit as a blogger,
But the blogging was tiring,
The jogging perspiring,
So he gave up both tasks and drank lager
A Marathon World Record
There once was a race with a urinal trough
That set a world record with the length of its slop
But the stench and the sight
Gave some runners a fright
So this world wonder eight, it was stopped*
P.S. Sorry about the formatting on the poems. For some reason I couldn't get it quite right.
*Starting in 1998, NYYR began set up a 290-foot open trough "urinal" near the marathon starting line at Ft Wardsworth. According to the New York Times, "race organizers always thought the trough was a tad disgusting," so around 2006 the discontinued the practice, replacing this world record breaker with a string of porta-potties.