Walk the Talk

Why, oh why, do the pounds multiply

With such abandoned joy;

Yet the mighty muscles fail to fight

Their way to present station?

I know the flab is mindless sent

By thoughts of cookies, cakes and peppermint.

Need to get this head into the ring

For the fight my svelte self to bring.

Once even I was thin and fit

I danced and sweat in the basement pit

Every night without fail

And even enjoyed the trail.

But times have come and gone alas

And so has my waistline and my a. . . .

So here I sit with coffee cup,

And chocolate square, and my dear pup.

Need now to stand up straight

Put on the boots and strap on weights

Take the dog for a walk

No more time to sit and talk.


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