Tuesday, 31 January 2012

Keeping Fit

Running round, he must keep fit, going to the gym three times a week.
Sit ups, leg ups, bicycles too, swimming in his local baths where the water looks so blue.
he got up at six, ran fifteen miles, observed by the ladies with plenty of smiles.
building up muscles, arms, legs and torso, then ran another ten miles, bum and thighs also.
Georgie played football for his local club, always started was never a sub
mental exercise, challenging games, he competed to heights, putting athletes to shame.
different targets every day, always high and never the same
keeping fit, waging war on the fat
until that day, enough was enough, he fell to the floor and collapsed on the mat
ten minutes later they pronounced him dead, Georgie was gone,.. .. that's the end of that.




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