Before I became part couch potato,
life hit me in the face with red tomato.
One hundred and fifty situps,
Fifty a day push ups.
Bench pressing two-hundred and fifty,
jocking fast and thrifty.

Thought I was in shape,
the break down I couldn't escape.
My body went out completely,
had to start moving discretely.
Recoverd from that episode,
still moved like a toad.

Now on the couch I isometric,
do a few stretches not so hectic.
Merrily I stroll along,
no more jocking the mile long.
Don't mind a little couch,
beats the big ouch.

G