Monday, July 4, 2016

THE PYTHAGOREAN STRUGGLE


When I walk I choose
a route made up
of multiple hypotenuse.

Reason is they're shorter
but I walk for exercise:
this's no good for my aorta.

The city blocks aren't long
so I could walk the sides
if legs and will were strong.

My FitBit tells the tale:
goal's ten thousand steps.
Invariably I fail.

One single slice of toast
will power a mile.
God save me from the roast.

At this arthritic rate
I'll not get fit
nor lose a pound of weight.

Weight? In truth it's fat.
I need to give up grog,
no alternative to that.

(The theorem gives no clues
to how I might get thin
walking the hypotenuse.)