Gone to seed
Exercise for him, was always a wrench;
For gyms, he never really felt the need;
Neither having pressed nor pushed from a bench;
He rarely walked beyond minimum speed,
But in spite of all that, he looked okay;
Overweight and obese, he’d never been;
Pot-belly and moobs were kept well at bay,
With five-a-day veg and meat very lean.
Then one day he, for some reason acquired
An appetite much larger than before;
The alcohol, meat and sweets he desired,
Became temptations he couldn’t ignore;
In short, he succumbed to middle-age greed,
And it has to be said: he’s gone to seed.
