Oh for the days when APK was hot;
When all things posted as for not.
Now that I'm older,
With much stronger shoulders,
The days of ignorance are a sad lot.
I posted everyday on APK;
With illusions is was training my brain.
My muscles were atrophied,
My training just tackey.
It's now squats and burpees everyday.
The community found was fantastic,
But my muscles were far from elastic.
I soon discovered,
Fear must uncover;
Poet's license I used for this Limerick.
I found myself on a battlement.
Ten foot drop jumps just made me panic.
But then I completed,
and could not be cheated,
Ten by ten sets, Bleep Bloop, an Achievment.
Now these days I must train.
Sweat more and more everyday.
Muscles grow stronger.
Focus more longer.
Bare-foot rail precisons in the dark, in the rain.
So within this series of sentences;
I shall call it Lament of the Ignorance.
Back in the heezy,
Training was easy,
Typing, not sweating, gave progress. (NOT!)