A slacker’s haiku
Three days in L.A.
Attending workshop on food
Exercise? Get real.
Yesterday — slept in;
No cardio, no ab lab;
Bagged afternoon run.
The couch? It called me.
Ate truffle popcorn, drank wine.
Fell asleep by nine.
But a new day dawns.
Jog bra, running shoes are on.
Jiggle butt be gone.
