245 – Jog On

Poem number 245
.
Jog On
.
On and on and they jog
And round and round and round
Grimly plodding onwards
In their quest to lose a pound.
I marvel at their sweaty grit
Each day, as they jog past –
I know that I should join them
But I really can’t be arsed.
It’s cold out there, and warm in here
And Poirot’s on, you see
So I’ll let them do the jogging –
I’ll just sit and watch tv.

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