Okra,
flaxseed, neem and kale -
New
concoctions straight from hell,
Tame
the urge to spill your meal
All
over your growing dress.
Touch
your feet, and then some more
Heavy
breathing, pounding chest,
Sweat
that cloaks your natural scent -
Why
insist on such madness?
Down
the cobbled streets you go,
Aching
joints and inflamed soles,
One
more mile, or maybe two
Can
melt that roll of fat on you.
No
more crispy sugar treats
Lock
them up where arms can’t reach,
Ditch
the carbs and fizzy drinks
Gorge
on fresh-plucked leaves instead!
Bench-press
twice a day, you fool,
Wield
that dumb bell like a tool
Ankle
sprain and muscle sore
Must add up to a healthy core.
Something else you want to try?
Join
a class and bring your mate -
Crunches,
yoga, all to die
At
the very slowest rate.
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