Tied to a chair with plates to spin –
He thinks his list may do him in.
His muscles twitch, a-chug-chug-chug.
He needs to move, to cut a rug.
The weather’s whirling, wild and weird.
Alas, his gumption’s disappeared.
His best resolve to exercise
Has vanished right before his eyes.
His own inertia bids him stay,
To hum and drum the day away.
Why does a list of chores to c heck
Stop him to stare, ask “What the heck?”