TONY'S LITTLE GAZELLE OF LOVE

Sitting at home
In the middle of the day,
I turn on the tube
To find my true way.
Tony, you're there
With your flowing gold locks,
Telling fat people how
To work their buttocks!
With each sway of your legs
On your silent Gazelle,
A baby still sleeps,
And I feel my clit swell.
You and your power pistons
Turn me on so.
I reach a point of climax
That consumes me head to toe.
You've been through so much.
Two car accidents and being gay,
But now you're "America's Personal Trainer"
So I say, "Hip, hip, hooray!"
Brian lost two-hundred,
Diana eighty-one.
I hope to someday lose enough
For you and I to have some fun.
You'll peek through my window
As I'm on my Gazelle.
And we'll talk for hours
About your hair and Norman Fell.
I'm still just over 350,
The weight to even step on,
But I know that someday I'll make it,
Because I have you cheering me on.