A-Z sketches in verse: Fitness Is Flabbergasting

All winter, I’ve been out of synch.

My girth, it simply has to shrink.

I’ve been a sloth and eaten junk,

So now I’m in a fitness funk.

At calisthenics, it’s a brawl.

I think they’ll send me to the hall.

I can’t keep up. My counts are late.

It’s time to carry my own weight.

c2015 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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