Kicks with Joe
Kicks with Joe
My story is much too sad to be told,
In lockdown, everything’s leaving me cold.
The only exception is plain to see…
Each morning after I’ve been for a pee,
And made my first cup of tea
When blurrily I switch on and see
His healthy body…
I get no kicks from champagne,
My tonic and gin
Can’t help me begin
To feel like I’m gonna get through,
But I get my kicks from Joe Wicks.
Some get their kicks from Netflix.
That gets me so far,
Slobbing on my sofa,
With nothing important to do,
Yet I get my kicks from Joe Wicks.
I get my kicks every time I see him,
Toned and slim at 9 each day,
He gives me hope, though I have to say
I ain’t no pope, but I’m really not gay.
His hair is all tousled and brown
Sometimes it’s up and sometimes it’s down
In lycra or shorts, but never a frown,
As he stretches and bends,
Reading shouts from his friends.
Some get their kicks from facebook.
But I wouldn’t give it a second look
Or wish I could go out to play…
If Joe Wicks was jumping all day.
I can’t go out to football.
In fact I can do so little at all,
But as long as my trainers are on
By 9 I know my flab will soon be gone,
As long as I do my kicks with Joe Wicks.
Sometimes I’m tired and feel slow
Getting up seems all I can do
Feel lethargic and blue,
No energy and nothing to say,
That’s when I go live streaming with Joe,
And it’s then that I know
It’s all going to be okay.
Cos I get my kicks, oh my boxes he ticks,
Yes I get my kicks from Joe Wicks.