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Slim Gym
by Charles E Minshall
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Treadmills are diabolical
Instruments of self abuse,
So most gather dust
From not much use.
I jumped on my treadmill
For ten minutes, not more,
Then panting for breath
I slumped to the floor.
My whole body trembled
And I was weak,
It was a half an hour
Before I could speak.
I guess I should exercise
More than once a year.
HEY HON! While you're up
Would you get me a beer?
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10/02/2001 Posted on 10/02/2001
Copyright © 2024 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/26/03 at 02:19 PM Absolutely hilarious! I get enough exercise at work and walking around my neighborhood as well as doing things around the house, that I don't need those added instruments of torture. Fun poke at fitness madness Charlie. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/26/03 at 02:19 PM PS: Excellent closing line also. :o) |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/21/05 at 10:39 PM REALLY laughing out loud! Disturbed one of the classes close to my office. I guess I will have to close my office door when I read your stuff. This is sooooo true. We finally gave ours away to someone when we got so fat it wouldn't go any more. This is a classic. It goes in my favorites. Thanks for this good belly laugh at the end of a dreary work day. |
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