Racquetball Release
Exercise therapy, oh yeah,
IBD flares make me sad,
Taking medication makes me mad.
What does one do to purge,
When your emotions finally surge?
Walking everyday is a bore,
Found something I like even more.
Racquetball, oh swift and hard,
My stresses are quick to discard.
In the court, always looking to win,
Beating someone is without sin.
Pounding the little blue ball,
Better than shopping at the mall.
Yes, I find it cathartic
When the diarrhea isn't chronic.
Smack that ball, try not to fall,
Do not think about getting the call.
Sweat, stretch and strain,
Organ most affected: the brain.
Four walls and a floor, fun galore,
Who could ask for more?
Sore muscles and stiff joints,
For this I wish to anoint.
My partner in play,
Please forgive me for winning today.