"The Jogger"
This is a story,
You may find,
Hard to believe,
But open your mind,
There's something here
To think about.
The story concerns,
A friend of mine,
Whose career was in,
A steep decline,
And his future was
Very much in doubt.
He had family,
A son and a wife,
They loved each other,
There was no strife,
But his bills, he just
Could not pay.
Then one night,
He had a thought,
It came to him,
While he was distraught,
It made sense, even,
In the light of day.
He'd read of a jogger,
Who had died,
Of a heart attack,
So he tried,
And set out to
Jog himself to death.
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So one morning,
While it was still dark,
He set out and ran,
Toward the park,
But within a block,
He was out of breath.
He found a place,
And flopped down,
Stretched himself,
Out on the ground,
It was all he could do,
To simply drop.
Before too long,
He felt stronger,
Then went home,
He couldn't wait longer,
His heart was just not,
Going to stop.
The next morning,
He tried harder,
Ran much longer,
And with more ardor,
He got three blocks
Down the street.
He was sure the attack,
Was soon to ensue,
And so he continued
His death to pursue,
Till he began to feel,
Like an athlete.
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His mind cleared,
His sales increased,
He no longer cared,
To be deceased,
He made a decision,
To live again.
To the store,
My friend went,
For a jogging suit,
Much money he spent,
Even new shoes his
Habit to sustain.
The next morning,
Off he jogged,
But in the air
That was befogged,
A truck hit him,
And he died.
There is a moral,
So listen tight,
You could gain
A new insight,
But the lesson
Cannot be denied.
Exercise may
Increase your sales,
New money may come,
To you in bales,
You may become covered,
Up with wealth,
But Jogging can be hazardous to your health.
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