Fitness Centre Poem by Thomas Golding

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is least fit of all?
Watch that muscle straining by
Chasing rainbows in the sky
Women walking on the treadmill
Going nowhere how dreadful
Take your home up on your back
Pound along a mountain track
Going somewhere for your trouble
Other than this fitness bubble
Paying out great lumps of money
Just to shrink a bulging tummy
Get on your bikes and pedal
On the road, be a devil
Forget those captive trikes
Tell the gym to take a hike
Sweat the lard off on a hill
Give yourselves a budget thrill
Soon your rumps will fit the seat
And your friends think it's neat
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the fittest one of all?
NOT I FRIEND.