Breathe, two , three four
Bend and stretch a little more.
Put my foot over my head?
Just one more rep and I'll be dead.
Hold that pose just one more minute
Might as well--think I'm stuck in it.
Stand on my head? Now that's a joke.
For that, I'd need more diet coke.
My arms are shaking, my legs are weak
My butt is burning, I cannot speak.
My gut's not feeling like it should
But man oh man, that sure felt good!
Seriously, Jamie, you in next week???
2 comments:
Way to put me on the spot.... I'll let you know next week :). I love the poem though. Look at you - a published author one week and poet the next!
seriously you have got a major gift for writing I want to be Kim Garrett when I grow up:)
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