He gets on the treadmill
Going uphill
With determination grim
Picturing himself thin
He will sacrifice toast
Become anorexic almost
People will beg him to eat
His refusal he will disdainfully repeat
It will mean getting a new wardrobe
New trousers, new shirts, new coats
Quite a few holes in his belt
For all his excess weight will melt
He will follow all the weight loss books
People will comment on his new look
And ask what had changed him
He would say his determination grim
Women he had hitherto considered out of his league
He will fascinate with his masculine physique
He wipes the sweat on his brow
And concentrates on here and now
One day he will surely get there
Only those win who dare