My dear red wine, I love you so,
From the best pinotage, to a box merlot.
I love the way you smell and taste,
A single drop… I will never waste.
Subtly you go straight to my head,
Next think I know, I’m passed out in bed.
But I received some news, and it’s not so great,
From a man who puts the dic in dictate.
He’s my personal trainer, his name is Chris,
And he said I should be giving you a miss.
He says you’re full of sugar and bad for me,
THIS coming from a man who drinks green tea.
So it seems that for now, as much as it makes me bleak,
I must set you aside, just during the week.
Please don’t ‘pop your cork’ my friend,
I’ll still down a bottle at least once a weekend.
And I promise, very soon, we’ll be dancing dirty,
But first, I must get #ThinBy30
a poem by Keri Miller
check out the man who is making me cut down on my beautiful wine…
Chris Seymour – one80 training http://one80.co.za/trainer-profiles/