Walt: write a rap/poem.
Cross country
Once again it is here
Oh my gosh oh dear
This tiring sport known as ‘cross country’
makes me feel so angry
You are so nasty, naughty in every single way
Almost as hard as an essay
You are so long, muddy and full of junk
You’re just a big fat punk
Your figure is so strange
Isn’t it such a strain?
You make kids sweaty and smelly
But you’re good for the belly
You make my legs ache so badly
That I cry sometimes so sadly
My arms jiggle and wiggle
Just looking at it makes me giggle
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