Weightloss

I might have over done it

on the exercise machine

when seeing that my heart rate

hit a number quite obscene

My legs, they turned to jelly

as I then became unwelly

so the moral of the story

is to buy some bigger jeans

weighloss

Thoughts

You know we’re in trouble when I’m butchering the limerick, or whatever form this is.

Sunset somewhere at some point in time.

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