You know you're into middle-age
When first you realize
That caution is the only thing
You care to exercise.
* * *
HEALTH KICK STAND
My stationary bike is great,
I use it everyday;
It's where I hang my dirty clothes
When they get in the way.
* * *
BATTLE FATIGUE
Push-ups, sit-ups, run-in-place,
Each night I keep a grueling pace,
With bleak results I must divulge--
A losing battle of the bulge.
* * *
FOR BUTTER OR WORSE
When it comes to butter taste,
The cows, of course, still win it;
Unlike their rival margarine,
We know what they put in it.
* * *
FAT CHANCE
The odds against us staying slim
Increase each day at noon;
That's when they're set at three-to-one,
A knife, a fork, and spoon.
©Charles Ghigna
I love your poems -- they're like petits fours with chocolate icing, small and sweet.
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