I’m not one for the gym Pumping iron and sweating so Pressing weights that feel like lead On machines lined up in rows I can’t get my head around the bikes That stay still on the spot And those running machines, heaven forbid They simply make me hot! But the cross trainer, I do concur Does as its name implies For it makes me very “cross” indeed As it never seems to tone my thighs! But one thing I have noticed Is an irony indeed For we call the gym a leisure place A place we chose to be Yet when you see the punters Getting fit and working out They all look so very miserable And sad without a doubt For whilst they tone their bodies And flex their physiques so They forget their facial muscles And their smiles just seem to go So when you’re in the gym next Forget about your hips And instead apply a little effort And smile by turning up your lips!
Posted on: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 06:23:12 +0000
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