I felt the need to show my appreciation for the help given by the staff at this centre, so:
Here is the My Odes of Thanks to the staff at the Nottingham City Hospital Cardiac Rehabilitation Gym:
The Gym Sessions
First a little talk, to get to know the other people there,
One chap called Ivan, even came in a wheelchair!
A cup of tea or coffee we even did share,
Then, to the gymnasium, that was small and square,
Thankfully, rope-ladder was in state of disrepair,
Of not overdoing things, we were made aware.
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The exercise bikes sent me Anacreontic,
Of course at that time, I wasn’t arthritic,
Nor, was I suffering from being a Cholestatic,
They almost had to drag me off the bike,
To do the running around the gym, that I also liked,
The bouncing box, made me feel a bit sick,
A football they let me take the corner-kick,
A didn’t charge me for the broken light, I felt such a dick!
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The swinging and lifting of the weights started then, it was a blast,
Muscles tensed, the barbell high, how long could I last?
I dropped it on me foot, they applied an Elastoplast.
I expect to see you buff in no time.
Shucks thanks Marissa. Wot dus buff meen by the way?
Strong!
With a sneaky adoption on smarminess and pride… I fang you!