Exercise Poem by Shankaran Kutty

I was walking down the road one day when a kid called me fat
I stopped and stomped and screamed and called him a little spoilt brat
I am not fat, and to call me so I told him was not polite
So what if I have a bulges few, and could be a bit more light

I am round in shape and so shall be, for round is a perfect shape
Is it my fault that won't stretch around me, a tailor's measuring tape
But still the kid calling me so, did have its profound impact
I swore that one day will come, when no one will call me fat

I started Operation Thin last Monday, by controlling what I eat
So I stopped myself from going for the Pizza and Ice Cream treat
Each chocolate bar to me then looked like a red hot Assam chilly
Beef fry and mutton those who eat, I swore are indeed most silly

But soon it dawned, to realize my dream all this was just not enough
The fat that had made its home around me, was made of sterner stuff
It was then a friend who saw me confused, advised me on my plight
Start doing exercise he said and you will win this fight.

So I signed up then for a slimming course at an upscale nearby gym
I told the trainer, all I wanted, was to quickly become slim
He asked me then to bend my waist and try to touch my toe
I told him then that forget touching, I can't even see it you know

Cardio, stretches, weights and even exercise on the floor
He made me do them all till I could do them not anymore
I knew that this just wasn't for me, it wouldn't take me far
I ran away from the gym like would a kid from Algebra

Then my dad told me all I needed was a daily vigorous walk
I decided that I will give a try, and obey my elder's talk
It was fun and I did it daily as there wasn't any pain
But it stopped the day the monsoon started and daily did it rain

A friend then told me, the best exercise was to daily go for a swim
He said there isn't a better way to make me slim and trim
So off I went with my swimming trunks and headed to the pool
But ran away when the slim people there, made me look a fool

I said I have had enough of tries and bought a new tread mill
But two days of back pain and soon I found I had lost my will
So the tread mill stands there lonely without fear of my abuse
But I hang my clothes to dry on it, so it is put to daily use

Each try I made to exercise, does have its sordid tale
Of how I made an earnest try, though each time I did fail
But I know I am made of sterner stuff, so I haven't lost all hope
I will find a way to burn the fat, in a way my body can cope

I want to become healthy and that is all I care
Even if it means I have to buy new clothes for me to wear
I am waiting for that day to come, that special day you know
When I stand and look down and I can see my little toe.!