Cheating Exercise.

Goldfinch60



There I was walking by My River,

My daily exercise in these Strange Times,

Walking as fast as I could.

Seeing the dog walkers,

Greeting them all with a ‘MORNING’,

And they greeting me back.

We are getting to know each other,

Occasionally stop for a chat.

The joggers and runners are there,

They too are greeted

And they respond,

Even the cyclists do as well.

All of us out for our exercise,

Then he flashed passed me,

This man on a bike,

As he went passed I saw it,

I saw that he was cheating,

Cheating on his daily exercise,

As the bike he was riding,

Was an electric one.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 18th, 2020 01:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: This was certainly not exercise!
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 14
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  • orchidee

    Doh! And look out for those electric/motorised wheelchairs too. They come straight at you, and don't observe 2 metres.
    That's what I find anyway - the invasion of the demon motorised wheelchairs! Should they be on the road, and not the pavement?
    I'm gonna get one and mow everyone down! lol.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thanks Orchi, yes the drivers certainly seem to have a 'non awareness' of people around them, mind you if you position yourself right you could end up sitting on their laps and get a lift.

      Andy

      • orchidee

        You gonna get one too? Revenge of the electric wheelchairs! We can dive-bomb everyone.



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