The Race For Coffee

Had a bet with my boss, must win
To lose 10 lbs , the first will grin
Nothing to drink but water for me
Giving up my, beloved coffee

It had been two weeks of struggle, you know
Stuck the last week with 2 1/2 lbs to go
Getting desperate for my desired drink
Had to call a friend to keep me from the brink

On the treadmill I jumped with determination
While my friend listened with exasperation
I was breathing heavily into her ear
Yet she encouraged me on with gusto and cheer

We spent two hours on the phone and treadmill
Oh what a battle, it seemed all uphill
Then the moment of truth when I jumped on the scale
This could not be, no way, what the hell

I had lost only 1 lb in all of that time
After 2 hours on the treadmill, I had paid for my crime
Results should read 2 1/2 lbs left
Instead I stand here crying of this theft

But I had more time to complete the task
Just wanted my coffee and in the glory to bask
The arrogant boss has been ruthless and cruel
In this challenge he issued I haven't broken a rule

So the next morning first thing I jumped on the scale
Yippee, Hurray, I now have a story to tell
Coffee, here I come, as soon as I finish this poem
Make it a white chocolate latte, with cream and foam