The other day, the iron men,
Made my soul veer,
To mix my walk with the gym,
As they really hit without a miss,
So i hate dying without a kiss..
Alas the while,
In this wild world.
So i hit the gym at six in the morning,
Without, mourning that morning,
Since, workouts tame that libido,
Like wierdo,
Hullo ssebo,
So i sajourned on this treadmill,
While next, was Milly.
I caught her eye, and went on my ride,
So she kept hers on calories part,
Of this wacky machine…
I rode, she rode,
Faster, as she fastened..
I hastened,
And begun to sweat and pant…
There was Kelly, on the cycle,
Cycling endlessly,
As though to beckon,
For the beckon in the backyard,
The backyard garden…
I imagined and hardened.
Then i ran out of breath before time,
Like some people do, amidst games,
I knew the ego was up for the tame..
Long ago…
The gym encounter that never was..
