Bitter Man's Vitamins

30 December 2003

Bitter Man's Vitamins
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He’s fit as a fiddle
He’s fit as a flea
He’s 85,000 times fitter than me
He knows every muscle
Each vein and corpuscle
Is pulling TOGETHER
To gather the prize :
A shiny medallion
That dazzles the eyes
This sleek, swarthy stallion
Will bare recognise
From his podium-placing
The pain I am facing
Debasing !
I’m chasing not catching my breath

Have I bungs in my lungs
And a float in my throat
That is guttingly cutting my chance to devote
My days to a diet of damsons and dates
And pippified pomegranates plastered on plates ?

You ARE what you eat
And you reap what you sow
Be it gluten or wheat
It is sentenced to show
You should shake OFF the sugar
With vim and with vigour
Assault “Added Salt”
Make the regime de rigeur

Just consume shoots and fruits
(To SQUEEEEEEEZE into tracksuits)
And the juice
Only Zeus
May “Bisto”(w)

“Ahh…”

Ambrosia makes posier the beautiful bod’s of Olympian Gods

Athletic
Aesthetic
Pneumatic
Dramatic

Asthmatic ?
[SNIFFITY SNOFFITY SNIFF]
Only REALLY rarely

They’ve such figures because they are SWIGGERS !