Gone to seed

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.