The Doctor recommended exercise,
to help my body heal,
He said to
walk a mile a day,
just to see how I would feel.
And if I dropped a
pound or so,
that would be a bonus plan.
So I thought about his kind
advice,
that skinny little man.
I joined the Ladies Fitness
Club
it's really close at hand,
I got all the right
equipment,
shorts shoes and nice wide headband.
I took my water
bottle and towel
in case I felt a little hot,
I was prepared to give my
all,
and my all is quite a lot.
Before the class began
I had to
take all the tests,
My blood pressure, my weight,
Oh no, and then my
pulse at rest.
They showed me all the equipment
that makes the body
fit,
Now I was set to get in shape,
a week or two should do
it.
I huffed and puffed my way upstairs,
"That's where you change,"
she said,
It was forty minutes later
and I wish I'd stayed in
bed,
I even lost a pound or two,
doing all those
sports,
Stretching, pulling, tugging ...
that was getting in my spandex
shorts.
So I hopped on this machine,
a gentle stroll, it
said,
As the belt goes round I walked and walked
my 'Walkman' on my
head.
It started going faster,
and faster, faster still,
My
thumb was on the button
that clearly said, "Down Hill"
Next I tried
the gym,
and laid down on my mat,
I moved my legs to music,
did push
ups, stuff like that,
I rolled around for quite a while
this
fitness is a breeze,
When I got up to run around,
I was stuck there on
my knees.
So I went home ate a three course meal,
and took a
two-hour nap,
I ached all over, and felt like heck
yet decided not to
flap,
When I awoke I was determined,
I knew I was on the right
track,
I went straight back to that fitness place,
and got my money
back.
You see jumping up and down,
well that really isn't me,
A
gentle stroll around the block,
well, that's a possibility,
Yet
when I look into the mirror,
and notice parts of me that bounce,
I may
have to be content and tell myself,
it's what's inside that counts.
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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