Gym Crazyum Poem by Phil Soar

I placed my face against the glass
To see the sight within
Lots of people exercising
Trying to get thin
Lots of frumpy bodies
Pacing up and down
Wobbling, with their earphones on
And sweating from the brow
Striding on the treadmills
Like they're off to Timbuktu
Stopping off at Starbucks
Whilst they are passing through
All these crazy people
With nowhere else to go
Running round like crazy
Come sun or rain or snow
The smell of sweat and effort
Can result in quite a haze
Whilst people sit in bubbling baths
A sort of social craze
I looked into that window
Outside my local Gym
Then went to buy a cake from Greggs
I wasn't very thin