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On Thursday we had college students in English class. They were there to give us a lesson in poetry. In my class, we were broken into small groups, and each group had one or two college students. In my group we had two. One of them told us to read and interpret that one famous Frost poem. Fine. The other one, however, was a really BONEhead. This guy, an aspiring gym teacher, even said himself that he knows nothing about poetry. For his part of the activity, we were again given a poem to read. His poem, however, was found on funnypoets.com, and it was probably the most god-awful piece of trash I have ever read. I just don't understand how things like this can happen. What is happening in high schools? Here's the poem, since I'm sure you're all quite masochistic:
EXERCISE!
Every day I am bombarded
In each direction that I turn
By those who claim that EXERCISE
Causes flab to crash and burn!
I did jumping jacks and sit ups
Went out and bought that darn machine
The one that guarantees in 30 days
I'd be trim and fit and lean...
I put it in the extra room
That we affectionately call the "gym"
With all the other paraphenalia
That will one day make me slim!
Ab mats for doing crunches
A small tramp to run in place
That awful, go-nowhere pedaling bike
That only leaves me red of face!
I have workout clothes and sweat bands
Even a "get-fit" coffee cup!
But that scale hasn't budged an inch
So, I'm on the verge of giving up!
I've just about convinced myself
That it's true what some folks say...
You have heard it too......Eat Right!
Get Fit? Die anyway!!
So for those who are devoted
To trying to make me over, PLEASE!
If God wanted me to touch my toes
He would have put them on my knees!
I believe He loves us as we are
That includes both big AND small
So when I reach the gates of Heaven
It will be with flab and all!
Yikes.
EXERCISE!
Every day I am bombarded
In each direction that I turn
By those who claim that EXERCISE
Causes flab to crash and burn!
I did jumping jacks and sit ups
Went out and bought that darn machine
The one that guarantees in 30 days
I'd be trim and fit and lean...
I put it in the extra room
That we affectionately call the "gym"
With all the other paraphenalia
That will one day make me slim!
Ab mats for doing crunches
A small tramp to run in place
That awful, go-nowhere pedaling bike
That only leaves me red of face!
I have workout clothes and sweat bands
Even a "get-fit" coffee cup!
But that scale hasn't budged an inch
So, I'm on the verge of giving up!
I've just about convinced myself
That it's true what some folks say...
You have heard it too......Eat Right!
Get Fit? Die anyway!!
So for those who are devoted
To trying to make me over, PLEASE!
If God wanted me to touch my toes
He would have put them on my knees!
I believe He loves us as we are
That includes both big AND small
So when I reach the gates of Heaven
It will be with flab and all!
Yikes.