AO: UNDERGROUND
QiC: _Not Registered
Date: 05/11/2026
Title: The Clock is Ticking
Number of HIMs: 2
Etch A Sketch, Fro-Zone
Number of FNGs: 0
Name of FNGs:
WarmOrama:
OYO.
Tha Thang:
With a thinned out crew that only left room for two
Etch A Sketch got things going while Fro was surely slowing
They set off to run but decided to ruck instead
With weight vests on they would surely press ahead
They made their way down Bull on a quest to hit city market
They stopped at Broughton, falling just short of their target
A late father spurred a mosey just before the bright of morn
The discussion of running weighted was definitely filled with scorn
Etch caught his breath even though the clock was ticking
Fro knew he needed a little extra in order to count it gritty
With a solo Proof by the statue this poem is complete
Thanks again, this has been yet another addition of the UGRC
COT:
POL. Lord's Prayer.