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pony at the gym.

the gym i go to
frequently to get my self in tone.
often gives me quite a scope,
of others on the phone.

sweating, aching, my elliptical i rode,
when pony girl cantered in
in lavender and teal.
her shoes color coordinated,
her hair pulled back just so.
matching garb complete
from head down to her toe.

bored she looked,
aloof and intent,
making sure her presence
was very evident.

i counted eyes and glances
that went this ponies way.
gym rats, dudes and hateful dames
just peeked and looked away.

her ass was as perfection,
her breasts were thrust just so.
but as she pedaled on her bike
true colors she did show.

makeup i know not.
my wife is so discreet.
but how in hell
i wondered,
would her pancake stand the heat?

bored and listless she pedaled slow,
while bumbling with her shuffle.
her phone(a droid)sat on a shelf
with a pink and lacy ruffle.

sweating, panting, heart-rate is now 150,
i dismissed my pony girl and
pushed my pace more swiftly.

headphones i had donned,
dylan sang and i mouthed along.
tangled in blues he was once more,
ache i did unto my core.

"HEY! I JUST MET YOU..."
intruded on my bliss.
her ringtone loud enough
that no one near would miss.

the shuffle dropped,
the phone was snatched,
but not before that song was cached.

oh god please a mental enema
give to me.
that song that makes me
want to cease to be.

"i'm at the gym!"
my pony cried.
a plaintive whinny
(her aloofness died)

"I'M AT THE GYM"
she repeated in tones
most forceful.
as if her phonemate,
deaf and mute,
was clueless to her
withdrawl from cute.

i took a look,
closer now,
at the sweat upon her brow.
beads like bbs did collect
like sweating wax
through long neglect.

my pony changed then
in my eyes,
from something annoying
to something wise.

try as hard as youth can be,
we all crave company.
pony tries to corral calamity.
but ends up proving humanity.

leaving her to her graces,
i focused and picked up my paces.

everyone deserves their chances.
hell, she works out and
maybe she improves her prances.

then once more my dread appears:
"HEY, I JUST MET YOU..."
Written by bakerboy2001
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