I guess I’m just a lazy tyke,
Sofa bashings what I like.
Not twenty minutes on a bike
Or even going for a hike.
Your body’s heading for a fall
When your pants are big not small
And they won’t stay up at all
‘Cos your shape is like a ball.
Metabolism getting slow,
Waistline has begun to grow.
Willing I will have to show
Reluctant to the club I go.
There’s a young man down the gym,
Says he’ll make me fit and slim.
With machines that tone and trim
And one day I’ll look like him.
Taken some expert advice,
Do my best on each device.
None of them are very nice,
Determined, I will pay the price.
No pain no gain is what they say.
Persevering every day,
But my weight it seems will stay,
From March until the end of May.
Jogging on the spot I find
Doesn’t leave my weight behind.
Muscles don’t become defined
To give up now I am inclined.
So now I sit here heaving sighs
Belly resting on my thighs
Wondering if it was all lies
This myth of healthy exercise.
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