Tuesday, 7 October 2014

An Organist gets Obsessed With the Gym

If music be the food of love
I'll go to the gym and burn it off
Give me excess of slimming,
Starve me, set me running,
Cycling, swimming,
Anything to drive away the pain
That music burns inside my heart and brain,
Why should these, my major organs, both sustain
Such onslaughts, when I cannot hope to gain
Anything from playing major organs,
Henceforth I shall refrain.

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