Sorry about that - unfortunate typo! I meant to say well done and I hope there are enough rhymes to satisfy your harshest critic.
Another masterpiece.The subject of the poem is doing it all wrong though. Intense cardio workouts on treadmills cause a blood sugar crash which means you feel like gorging once you're done. You can only lose the pounds by doing weights and keeping the treadmilling light and easy.
You have redeemed yourself in the eyes of this American philistine. Bravo!An obscene frittering of caloriesand chunks of fattened salariesthat could be fed to the world’s thinor at least spent on beer or other sin.That really makes you think. Hmmmmmm, I should be drinking more beer.
Pretty darn nice poem -- evocative and sensitive.
Great work. I love the way your gym trip brought to mind the passage of social history. I do not, however, love the guilt I'm feeling at not having visited one for 4 years.
Thanks to all, and especially M Ali for the practical advice.
That is so good that it deserves to be written on paper.Thanks to synchronicity, it nicely demonstrates a truth of the human condition: no matter how bad things are, they could always be worse.
Brilliant, funny, evocative.
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