I'll exercise tomorrow. Yes, I will
throw off this funk and head down to the gym.
A diet's overdue -- I know the drill.
This spring you'll see the new me, taut and trim.
The long lie-ins are gone, I'm full of vim -
as fresh as any blooming daffodil.
A morning run and then a three-mile swim -
I'll exercise tomorrow, yes, I will!
The exercycle's in the store-room still;
there's just a touch of rust upon the rim.
Your words I treasure, thank you, Doctor Phil,
"Throw off this funk and head down to the gym."
I'll banish chocs and ice-cream, gravy grim.
Begone, you puddings! Cakes, you make me ill!
I'll dine on lettuce leaves and milk that's skim;
a diet's overdue -- I know the drill.
The smorgasbord of life I shall distil.
My body is a temple, that's my hymn.
It's fruit and veg and lean meat from the grill -
this spring you'll see the new me, taut and trim.
To be as saintly as the seraphim
is quite a dream for mortals to fulfil.
A fairy-tale like those of Brothers Grimm,
but though my words may sound a little shrill,
I'll exercise tomorrow...
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