Now that people have more or less recovered from the festive period, the full weight of their resolutions is coming to bear. To what am I referring? Those extra Christmas presents that people receive but do not want; the extra poundage which stares back at them from the bathroom scales, a reminder of their festive overindulgence.
The result of this being gyms filled to capacity with people who have never seen a treadmill in the rubber let alone know how to work one. It could be a new spectator sport, the January sightings of gym-shy bodies struggling to live up to their owners' New Year resolution zeal. You have to admire the effort, although sadly this sport has a very short season as by the end of January most people have given up.
A New Rear's Resolution
New Year,
Oh dear,
My rear.
Too large
It's grown,
I fear.
The gym,
excess,
will clear.
No pain,
No gain,
They say.
Blood, sweat
And tears?
No way.
My new
fat rear's
To stay.
PS - Yes, I'm obviously still drunk from the festivities - Happy New Year...
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