Leg it (Irish slang for “run quickly”) to your laptop and compose a running/walking related limerick.

Then just for submitting it to us, you’ll be in the running for one of 20 pairs of Feetures Elite Light Cushion No-Show Socks we’ll be giving away. ((These are left-right specific socks with good medium cushion and our most popular sock in the store!)

Be sure to email us (runners@fairhavenrunners.com) your limerick by St. Patrick’s Day (March 17^th)!

Need a quick little reminder on what makes a limerick?

A limerick is a short, comical, and almost musical poem that often borders on the nonsensical or for the sake of this contest, the only slightly naughty.

A true limerick has five lines; the first, second, and fifth rhyme with each other, and the third and fourth rhyme with each other.

Here’s a sampling of some great submissions we got so far this year:

I need the best socks for my walks.
They make me feel like a fox.
Said my hubby, “The bin –
I can’t fit anymore in!”
I disagree, sock paradox.

-Elsa

There once was an old lady from the county
Who once ran miles “a plenty”
But the years took their toll
So she set a new goal
To walk until she is 90!

-Terry T.

There once was a gender fluid from Bellingham,
that had an ambitious running program.
So he ran night and day,
which ultimately led her astray,
and now he/she is slow as a clam.

-Angie N.

There once was a Fairhaven store,
Who’s running gear all did adore
I went in for chews
And came out with new shoes
I’m still slow, but at least look hardcore.

-Brooke L.

My human stems from the Emerald Isle,
Which always makes me smile.
She jogs just like an Irish gal,
I trot along my bestest pal
Until we pause and she collects my pile.

-Nicole P.

There was a young runner named Jock,
Who hobbled and pulled at his sock.
An onlooker said,
“To tackle your tread,
First you must take out the rock.”

-Michelle W.

The trail challenges me,
as  I leap over a fallen tree.
I feel the warmth of the sun.
A surprise blessing on the run.
And soon my mind is set free.

There was a runner named Zach.
He used to like carrying a rucksack.
But when he was older,
He got a bad shoulder.
And now he complains ‘bout his back.

– Lance M

There was once a man from the hills.
He used to run for the thrills.
To gain speed, he runs bare.
As he runs, people stare.
Now he streaks for the shrills.

-Zach M

There was once a walker named Lance.
He never liked wearing his pants.
In underwear clad,
He never was mad.
But when clothed he was brimming with rants.

-Megan M

There once was a shop in Fairhaven
That sold running stuff I was cravin’
GPS, shoes and socks
And energy blox
And gear for any occasion

-Scott S