Imagine all, this is my blog,
Or, if you will, just last week's log -
In English, not in Tagalog -
Helen, Aaron, her demagogue.
A balmy eve – no trace of fog –
Accompanied our Naphill jog,
As also did dog after dog,
That did the narrow byways clog.
Yet all was dry, no trace of bog,
The country lanes free of road hog.
A three mile short? No need to flog
These ancient limbs in need of yog-
A. Gentle country route, no slog,
Relaxing hop for any frog.
Right proud those chaps who ran LOCOG
(My Lord Seb Coe and Monsieur Rogg)
Would be on witnessing the log-
Istics our Hares applied – such brog-
Adoccio inspired their prog-
Ramme – trails and chips fit for King Zog!
So, be ye doll or golliwog,
Here endeth now my epilogue.