Banging music in the gym, sensible souls throw it in the bin

Magic man puts on more pleasant tunes, so we can pump iron and watch the news

Scrawny weeds develop from nowt, into muscles from Brussels

I feel better for getting out, and giving it some clout

Half hour’s enough for me, better than being struck by a thorny tree

Out on the bike is fab too though

With flies in the gob, and wind rushing through hair like Thunder

He’s Esme’s dog, his brother Lightning

Tiffany beats the faeries with their help and they did not yelp

When will I dance the gym again

Hopefully next week when James says “hello Ben”

But yet I will forget his name once more