One Day At The Gym Poem by Professor Poetry Hound
One Day At The Gym
I had a dream last Tuesday night that Jesus showed
up at my gym and started working out. At first, I
was delighted and honored. But I thought it odd that
he pretty much stuck to that machine where you sit
with your legs bent and then push them straight out
to lift a stack of weights.
He was grunting and gritting his teeth as he pushed
his legs out and back, his robes swaying with the
movement. I thought, “Man, what an amateur - the
savior is going to really have sore muscles in the
morning.”
I walked over and suggested (politely) that maybe
he should work a little on upper body strength. But
he just sniffed and acted like I didn’t know what I
was talking about. The other thing that bugged me
was that he kept calling me, “My son.”
Boy, was I glad when I woke up! After my shower,
I made sure to throw my towel in the hamper,
unlike someone (and I’m not naming any names)
who left their sweaty towel sitting on the bench.
Now, would he wear Nikes or is that Pagan blasphemy? Mr Hound, once again with the funny funny funny. I always rekoned Jesus was sexy (what with the charismatic rebel thing) but now I hear he's buff too? Well on the lower half anyway. You sharp and witty man you. Have a 10. Hugs Anna xxx
Well perhaps he will remember your good deed, and save you later, oh...ya, it was only a dream.Whew. :) A hilarious poem, and fantastic imagery. A clear picture throughout.
HOHOHA HAAHA! ! my God, PoHo, where do you get this stuff? i think what's most admirable about your 'religious musings' is that they are outstandingly witty without descending to all out vulgarity to make a point. good on ya! Jake
funny. know what else is funny? this new business with the links. i clicked on michael's comment was led to a treadmill sales page. there was a choice of smooth economy, smoth mid-priced, and smooth-premium. they all sounded quite smooth.
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I guess His cross-trainers gave the game away? And the towel wasn't his - some thoughtful guy on the neighbouring treadmill threw it to him when they saw he was sweating blood...