LEOTARD LUNACY...
LEOTARD LUNACY
They were excited as
they gave me the card,
“Choosing presents
for you Mum, is always hard.
But Dad says you’ll
love this. It’s really great!”
Now I was getting excited, I
couldn’t wait.
But I teased us a
little by feeling the outside
And wondering out
loud what could be inside.
“Money to buy
something, just for me?
Tickets to that show
I’ve been dying to see?
A voucher for gliding
lessons I wanted to do?”
“Better than that
Darl, and it’s all for you.”
So I opened it quickly,
loving smile for him.
Oh… Just what I
wanted, 12 months at the gym.
So here I sit,
struggling on the Pec Deck
Trying to ignore
shooting pains in my neck.
I move to the leg
press, squatting down low,
As usual, unsure
where my feet are to go.
Next is the shoulder
press, most hated of all.
With clenched jaw I
curse, “Oh, yeah, having a ball.”
No matter how often I
force myself to go,
My aging flesh will
never, ever look (I know)
Like that of those
earnest lycra-clad beauties
Or of those other
assorted posers and cuties.
I pray as I ignore
another muscle-bound boaster,
“Please God, next
year? Let them give me a toaster.”
© SANDY
GILLIS
Published Hinterland Times July 2019
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