Showing posts with label exercise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label exercise. Show all posts

Tuesday

Fashion Affront – When forth to back are out of whack


Fashion Affront –
When forth to back are out of whack

She simply loves to exercise,
Despite the daunt of watching eyes.
In stretchy styles,
She logs her miles,
To trim her tummy, waist, and thighs.

Occasionally, she’ll face flak;
Denizens of the gym do crack.
Each pant and grunt
May bring affront,
As gossips do their grit unpack.

She shrugs it off as never mind,
By fashion’s forces not confined.
But one day’s dress
Threatened distress
To see her britches’ front behind.

She’d slipped them on while it was dark,
And somehow she had missed the mark.
The emblem clear
Was in the rear.
So onlookers sent up their snark.

She took the mishap all in stride,
And to her workout reapplied.
For she was fit;
No need to snit
And no skin spillage to deride.

Although her pants were in reverse,
She knew, for better or for worse,
True fashion’s fools
Enforce the rules,
While athletes overlook the curse.

What matter is a simple gaffe,
If we but at ourselves can laugh?
c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson


Image:
Adapted from public domain image

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Friday

Xcuse Me (When gym rats fall flat)



He loiters ‘round there at the gym,
And most of us steer clear of him.
I do not even know his name,
But I could tell you of his game.


He wanders idly by each set.
I’ve never seen him break a sweat.
He greets the ladies with a gawk
And stops beside them, making talk.

Today, this fellow crossed the line.
I know I didn’t give him a sign.
He blocked my path and grabbed my arm.
I guess he thought he brimmed with charm.

This move was random, not so wise,
For I go there to exercise.
Not interested in repartee,
I simply went along my way.

Tomorrow he’ll approach one more,
But who such tactics would fall for?
Mere common courtesy dictates:
Leave us alone. Go lift some weights.
c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson


Image:
Theme art – adapted from public domain image
Still from Chained, 1934

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