The secret of being in shape
As I showered one bright morning,
my wife said, “Would you look at that?”
Unsure of her meaning, I looked down
but I couldn’t see past the fat.
It had been a while since I worked out.
My motivation was quite clear.
Time had taken me on a route
leading downwards, landing me here.
“Back into shape!” was my promise
that I made on that exact spot.
The very next day I proceeded
to Gold’s Gym with no further thought.
“Let’s get physical, physical ..”
Olivia sang in my brain.
It seemed to me empirical
that without pain, there’d be no gain.
A fellow with muscles galore
grabbed me as I entered the gym.
“You need a coach to get started
or you’ll end up looking quite grim.”
We worked on my abs for an hour,
then legs, arms, and back for a bit
to a point where I couldn’t move.
Still, he wouldn’t just let me quit.
“What are you some kind of wussy?”
All I could do was nod yes.
There were no muscles untouched
and all were in pain, I confess.
He turned his attention elsewhere
and I slithered out of the door.
Now mind you, I would gladly walk
but even my feet were too sore.
Somehow I did make it home.
My wife asked, “So, was it fun?”
She purred, “You look better already.”
I quit trying to dial nine-one-one.
I discovered the secret of fitness
and it’s something that I should have known.
Only make love in the dark …
and always shower alone.
An entry for September round of "The Humorous Poetry Contest"
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