They called it the dash
Way back in the day
A short word for a
short race
Dash was the right
word to say
Now they call it the
sprint
Like it’s something
elite
It’s still just a
short race
That’s been hijacked
by the Effete
They called it the dash
Way back in the day
A short word for a
short race
Dash was the right
word to say
Now they call it the
sprint
Like it’s something
elite
It’s still just a
short race
That’s been hijacked
by the Effete
Our star sprinter is not a looker
But that doesn’t
bother us
We still cheer him to
the rafters
But we do call him
Fastidious
I have great admiration
For
athletic competitors
But
you’ve got to hand it
To
those relay runners
They called it the dash
Way back in the day
A short word for a short race
Dash was the right word to say
Now they call it the sprint
Like it’s something elite
It’s still just a short race
That’s been hijacked by the Effete
I hate most track athletes
But sprinters really get my goat
The fastest men on earth they claim
As they strut and preen and gloat
Running very fast in a straight line
Small beer for such a big ego
And they excel for less than ten seconds
Duration unimpressive to my wife I know
On the African plains they’d fail to impress
I can say that without being rude
In the eyes of a hunting lioness
They would be little more than fast food
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