This poem was written by one of my clients. I visit him and his wife at their house. (It might make sense to know that my married name is King). I love the humour in it. I hope you enjoy it. Lisa.
by Graham Pitcher 2015
Weekly and weakly,
we train on the floor
with Lisa (the King) looking for more,
Walking, stretching then swinging your legs
We still look like Humpty, the king of the eggs
More walking at lunchtime, cycling at night
Our target is fitness and being super light
Measured inches on paper, with height and weight
Means Lisa can track us, before it’s too late
Press ups and leg bends, flirting with pain
Well they do say no pain no gain
Trainers and jog pants, dumbbells and bikey,
We almost believe we’re sponsored by Nike
Food diaries then complete the plot,
Helping us plan to stop the rot.
So here we go on our life’s next step
To our mutual goal of fitness and yep..
..We’ll exercise our bodies, avoiding the pies
And Exorcise demons, by losing a size.
So if you see us, walking your way,
Some words of encouragement would make our day.