I'm exercising daily on my bike,
To help me find a body I can like,
And though you'd hardly call me slim or svelte,
I scare the mirror less when in my pelt.
And bending now to reach my open lace,
Causes far less reddening of the face,
Then add the time that I already save,
By having only one chin left to shave.
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