The bike is a Trojan horse
Filled with often unexpected pain.
Do I need a refresher course
Or am I ready to ride again?
The running machine is an old court jester.
The user in perpetual motion stays still.
Dry soaked polyester,
A physical paradox – Isn’t it brill!
The free weights section is an old train yard.
Onomatopoeia's escape into the surrounding.
Protein punks think they’re the avant-garde,
Hiss, Bang, Wallop – Oh, what an outing!
My heart rate races like mercury around the sun.
Cheeks flush with a burgundy blue.
Pulse incredibly high as though I’ve overdone
It, tantamount to you!
About the Creator
Tom Cartledge
I love to write, talk, and occasionally listen. Expect all-sorts of stuff from travel writing; booze related rambles; my wondering mind & wandering words streaking across your page, often in too verbose a manner.
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