Blasphemy Poem by Margaret Alice

Nici is visiting a friend, Tiaan
off to a party, I’m at a loose end,
no more excuse for eschewing
the exercise apparatus arraigned
in the sunroom

The stationary bike, which I despise,
I want to go places, the rowing machine,
equally immobile, and the sit-up one
hundred - not for this crocodile;
I’d much rather swim

A sunroom as a gym, blasphemy, and
the Lord and Master of the Crocodile
Castle has decreed no turning them
to watch TV – since then,
I’ve been too angry

To exercise anyhow, just watching
four enclosing walls – unthinkable,
no self-respecting crocodile would
ever stoop that low!