Fit and Trim


Each day he’d rise to exercise,
Working to make his body trim.
Nutritious food his mother buys,
To assist in keeping him slim.

He works out to gain muscle tone,
And keep joints flexible as well.
Hours each day he spends alone,
Lifting heavy weights and barbell.

His dedication, plain to see,
He is willing to sacrifice,
To mold his body perfectly,
And what woman wouldn’t look twice?

He has a wonderful physique,
The envy of all of his friends.
In a mirror he likes to peek,
While doing his squats and his bends.

But today was quite different,
Sort of a break in his routine,
As in front of a truck he went,
When sideswiped by a limousine.

As he lay there on the pavement,
He thought to himself, "Such a waste.
All those lone vain hours I’ve spent,
Delicious food I’ll never taste."

The ambulance crew came that day -
A sheet over his face they’d drape.
Friends filed by his casket to say,
"Never saw him in better shape."



© Richard McCusker



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