O shiny can, cold with ice stuck to your firm walls
I think of you every morning while sweating balls
The crisp swish of your popping top
gives me strength for the next burpee hop
Every push of the stretch band lateral raise
Reminds me of the better days
When you and I and the reclining chair
Would waste away at the Plasma stare
To all our great memories, I do lament
While balancing on Bosu I could not forget
All of the good times now wasting away
With a variety of crunches every day
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