The Workout In Rhyme

I was on a machine Working out – burning steam As the “Calories Burnt” numbers grows When this pretty young thing Turns around – my eyes sting As her nipples in tight t-shirt shows Well, I drift off sometime Lost in space – lost in mind When this pretty young lady walks past Then she stops and she said Take a picture instead Cause staring at them just won’t last I snap out of my stare And say “who – what – why – where” She says “take your eyes off my breast” Then I say “can’t you see They are pointing at me As even you can attest” “I assure you I can’t Control my nipple’s slant” And I said “the same with my eyes” Then she said “look away” And what could I say “wear t-shirts with much thicker plys” Then I starred with a grin From her breasts to her chin And I knew we were destined for more She quickly agreed Then when we did the deed I awoke with a start from a snore I got up – changed my pants To the gym – hoped to glance The woman I saw in my dreams This time I’ll relax Take my eyes off her rack And at least get her name by all means Mdailey 6/13/11 Inspired by Joe Flach’s poem “the Workout”