What creature mocks our sweaty struggles?
we groan, we moan- pathetic muggles!
What monster sits there with a smile
as stomachs swim with gas and bile?
Boobs and bellies hit the floor
swear words follow, we implore;
in drips of sweat we may just drown
down then up, then again back down.
What is it that makes our bodies cry
as pain vibrates along our thigh?
What movement would we trade for runs,
for planks, for jacks, for lifting tonnes?
Three rounds gone, we beg no more-
yet somehow moved onto round four.
Despite the pounding in our head
we soldier on, we push ahead.
The bell chimes we are at ease
for one mere minute- no burpees!
We relinquish breath, swig water,
we’re on our way back down again!
Despite the hurt, the sweat the dread,
we know the truth within our head.
These evil moves do us