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Fit As a Fiddle

FIT AS A FIDDLE

I used to be fit as a fiddle
When I was in my prime.
I could run the London Marathon 
In a perfectly reasonable time.

I would play five sets of tennis,
Then dance throughout the night 
And still be at the local gym
Before it was even light.

My body was slim and wiry;
They called me a fitness freak.
And all the prettiest girls in town,
Admired my fine physique.

But all of that was long ago,
These days I’m uninspired.
Just watching the London Marathon,
Leaves me feeling tired.

Yes, I used to fit as a fiddle,
Slim and full of grace.
But now, alas, my figure
Resembles a double-bass

5th August 2022
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