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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