Household Item #12 [treadmill suggested by @marousia]
Workout
.
I open a beer,
turn on the treadmill, then sit
in my recliner
watching the industrious belt
convey air in unseen eddies.
Sip.
The effort spent observing
such frenetic activity
and listening
to the endless whir
of motor and wheels
wears me down.
I hear my wife pace upstairs
from one task to the next
while I remain focused
on health, visualize
myself working those muscles,
sweat cascading down
my lithe, limber frame
Sip.
until my heart is pounding
under the strain
of such arduous labor.
I pat my brow
with a terry towel,
push through
to a second wind
then stand
slightly unsteady
from my labors,
step forward and flip
the switch. Silence.
Then shuffle back
to my chair
and drop.
Belch.
Hell, yeah!
Nice one. I wrote you a limerick response:
The treadmill – a torture device
You run till your heart feels the vice
Can’t wait till you’re seated
And huff, quite depleted
At least you have beer cold as ice.
*glug*
I drank your beer
*burp*
pardon me!!
This is just too funny, especially as I have just started a diet and exercise regime. ROFL!
love it…..thanks for sharing
Thanks all! Glad you like it. Cheers!
hee hee aah the humor in this is just great had me lol en away thankq for the big smiles plus its just so well written really good reading something different in verse also thAnkQ always mzbeez in aus :*)
This made me laugh – so well written – I can see it literally
Great work ; )
Funny!
A very funny poem. A coach potato statement, I’d say! =)