Sweats and Sweets

Oh dear I completely misunderstood, When they offered me a sweat, thought they meant a pud. Meet us at the gym they said, thought, strange place to eat, For a free meal I could endure the smell of sweaty feet. Here’s your towel said the lady, took it with surprise, opened the door to find a host of sweating thighs. Bodies grunting everywhere, buzzing like flies Where’s my sweet I asked, can’t print their replies. Now I gathered was not pudding my friends offered me, But a sweaty time in the gym to lose the fat I see. Promised some chocolate if I manage to get thinner, Not quite what I envisaged after my roast dinner. So here I am sweat pouring from a thinner me Happy ‘cos they are letting me have a biscuit with my coffee.