Treading Plodder - A rhyming bill on the dreaded 'mill

Sometimes exercise must include a compromise.

Treading Plodder

A rhyming bill on the dreaded 'mill

The gym is a needful nightmare.

I’d much rather run open air.

I’m not one to quack,

But the track hurts my back.

And the treadmill does draw me to stare.

It’s climate-controlled, but a drag.

Aromas expressed make me gag.

Don’t look left or right;

The freaks give me fright,

Although I’ve no reason to brag.

I’m glad to come in from the cold,

But I shudder some sights to behold.

So I pound out each pace,

Guarding personal space.

Perhaps I am just softer souled.

c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

JustJoJan / But I Smile Anyway: “compromise”

Mad Kane Humor: “stare” or “stair” – LIMERICK

Six-Word Saturday: See subtitle

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Adapted by this user from vintage/public domain artwork

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