Old Timer Rhymer Poet Rhyme

Walks are not just for dorks

Those of a rose tinted generation

Glinted prose chose no hesitation

Hinted are minted their veneration

For a libation after a perambulation


Doom scroll eyes roll takes its toll

Whole droll troll patrol lies rigmarole 

Don’t mull just cull ar*sehole annul 

Save your soul & go out for a stroll


Get out of a rut preamble to every ramble

Shortcut gamble through glut of bramble

Shamble to hidden hut one last scramble

Or tut treasure a leisurely afternoon amble    


You’re not a dork if at some birds you do like to gawk

Paths fork saw a hawk adore encore of a stork squawk

Ponder the wonder & explore as you wander or walk

  
Feel like an odd bod need to plod trod across the sod

Riven but arise as wise as a judge given a fonder nudge 

Defies rivers sporting god with your prize fishing rod 


Leave the drudge and trudge through the sludge 

Ridden forgiven bidden by hidden spot don’t budge

Knowing nod you can’t begrudge being on your tod  

 
Tramp then glamp or treks scheming to build pecs

Hike or bike like mental morphine endorphins spike

Muscles flex steamed up specs beers down necks

Dreams hatching in sunbeams of catching a pike


Swagger or saunter or stagger just being outdoors

Clears pores ignore the chores new places detours

A wee snifter free to roam a drifter since I was a tot 


Constitutional or promenade on mother nature’s tours

Be a mate get girth over turf surf my gait over farm gate

Disown wry homegrown fall guy & fly over every sly sty

 
Traipse or trot don’t give a jot.. just be out and about a lot

Won't on sofa berth lie a drone alone with phone must try

Why on earth be shy just get by move & groove you know why

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