I exercised from morn 'til night,
And now my body sings its plight.
Shoulders, elbows, hips and knees,
My joints are screaming, "Stop it, please!"

Sore legs, abraded toes,
Every muscle cries its woes.
Front to back and top to bottom,
If you want aches, by God I've got 'em!

I'm out of shape, it's plain to see,
And getting fit is killing me!
But pain is life, as life is pain;
I can't wait to do it all again!