G is for Gym (early, because I'm away tomorrow)

I used to go to the gym. Three times a week. I absolutely hated every minute, but it was wonderful when it was over. It almost made it worthwhile. Almost. But sometimes, this can happen:

"I'm going to get fit!" cried young Ned.
"So goodbye to fat, sugar and bread."
He thought going to the gym
Would be so good for him.
But his heart disagreed. Now, he's dead.

So I gave up, and bought a horse.