"Hopper Workout"
I ignore the fear.
Otherwise I wouldn’t be here.
I check the board
Oh Lord….
The evil one known as Fran
Will she make me a he-man
Or make me beg for my afghan
My heart wants a PR.
My brain wonders about the ER.
With a barbell in front of me
Misery loves company.
But given my druthers
I wouldn’t trade this band of brothers.
The music may be blaring but I hear not a peep
Before the 3…..2…..1…..Beep
21-15-9
Put it all on the line
My mind forgets the world
As the reps are unfurled
Where did the oxygen go
With all this to and fro
I must endure this pain
To be master of my domain
Or I could just be insane
To desire this strain
The end of the line
When I yell…TIME
I collapse to the floor
Not having any more
I am no longer fearful
For I see my sweat angel
A Special Kind of Torture they shout.
Will they see me tomorrow? Without a doubt
Can you guess who wrote this? I'll give you some hints
1. It was one of us.
2. It wasn't me.
3. They can read.
4. They love CrossFit.
If you think you know, write your guess on the board

James
Posted by: Walden | August 03, 2009 at 02:10 AM
Nah, James is a literature geek. His poetry would not rhyme and it would have a more intricate meter structure and lots of imagery and cloaked metaphors.
Posted by: Amy | August 03, 2009 at 04:20 AM
I guess Mike D.Were Back!!
Posted by: rosanne | August 03, 2009 at 06:30 AM
Nope, Rosanne. Mike will only write a poem if I give him a word bank. Welcome back!
Posted by: Amy | August 03, 2009 at 08:31 AM