Amusing poem about the need to get in shape.

Get off the pot.

Time to get fit.

No more lounging.

End the sit, sit, sit.

Take a long walk.

Enjoy the fresh air.

Let the gentle breeze

Run through your hair.

Now start running.

Set a reasonable pace.

After all, you’re out of shape.

Put a smile on your face.

Look at your belly.

You’re starting to reduce.

In just a few weeks,

You’ll be loose as a goose.

But don’t be a sneak.

No doughnuts for you.

And for heavens sake,

No more Mountain Dew.

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