The All Monster Marathon runners were queued,
but one of the racers was bitterly booed.
“You’re only a cookie of miniature size,
a gingerbread man with sweet candy corn eyes.
You’re sure to be trampled and crushed into dust,
a fine grit for making a gingerbread crust.”
A goblin announced, “On your marks, get set, GO!”
The gingerbread man took a tumble. Oh, NO!
Left in the shadows, he quickly regrouped,
then shot like a rocket. He looped and he swooped.
The gingerbread man won that Halloween race.
And still, to this day, he enjoys a good chase.