1, 2, 3...

1, 2,….…,10,…puff, puff……….…15

I climb each stair completely determined

The longing for a flat tummy is way too high

I wouldn’t take the lift, but I ‘ld sigh

A small tyre has recently found its way

my tummy has a baggage, or so to say

I‘ve trounced all temptations to reach my floor

I climb with a sprint as if I ‘ld soar

At last when I see my desk, my screen

I catch my breath, uphold my preen

Settling down I get ready for the show

File after file, the mail box flows…

Numbed by the block in my mind

I decide to cull the mails for a while

The urge to have hot breakfast betides

Not wasting a second, I thumb a ride

Straight to the canteen, ...to an appetizing sight!

All the stair-climbing …out it flies

When I gobble up sandwiches, shakes and fries

Satiated with my feed, my batteries charged,

I return to my desk, now work should start...

At regular intervals I munch on goodies,

I hog all day, but I ‘m not a foodie

As evening sets in, I set my pace

I take to the stairs, in full grace

Everyday I religiously stick to the routine

Wobble between my tummy, the stairs and the creams.

                                                                       -- T :-)