“ The Hall Runner ” ~ runs not ~


I’ve a runner

Runs not,

Not even a step,

A mat of sorts

In a weave

That cavorts,

Thus so conceived

As the hall runner…


Made so to go

From end to other,

Hence down the hall

Till it can reach

The opposite wall…


If you should ask

What of its task,

It’s but to cover

A floor said under,

Thus to walk over

Free of noise bother

For ladies in jumpers

Prancing in unders,

At times without,

Down the hall runner!