The other day my cousin Tim
Thought he’d join the local gym
Full of vigour full of vim
Could this place now be for him?
His many years of over eating
Diets tried he kept on cheating
Can’t complain no point in bleating
The enemy now needs defeating
In the gym my cousin found
Lots of push ups on the ground
All looked fit and muscle bound
Poor old Tim just looked and frowned
Could it be his die was cast?
It’s bad to lose your weight to fast
Convinced himself it wouldn’t last
When near the gym he rushes past
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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Like walking myself, instead of all those posers loving them self... Andrew 10