Runaway Mary
Runaway Mary ran into the rain.
She dashed and she darted and never delayed.
The wet and the water got out of the way, and
Runaway Mary still ran.
Runaway Mary ran into the park.
She scampered and scrambled and tore it apart.
Joggers were jacknifed, children were fraught, and
Runaway Mary still ran.
Runaway Mary ran into the heat.
She bolted and barreled on two burning feet.
The desert was sour, the mirages were sweet, and
Runaway Mary still ran.
Runaway Mary ran into the lake.
She glugged and she gurgled but wouldn't abate.
The seaweed was clawing, the waves splashed her fate, but
Runaway Mary still ran.
Runaway Mary ran into the snow.
She slid and she slided through drift and through blow.
A blizzard took an eye and Frost claimed a toe, but
Runaway Mary still ran.
Runaway Mary ran into the street.
*Why poetry and not prose, you ask? Because dannye told me I should do this and I wrote down the name of my horse and forgot about it and I'm a moron and arcanamundi said to post it anyway.