My fitness coach - A Lazy jumbled verse

He's dark and handsome
Like a shadowy phantom
This fitness coach
of mine

He caws his approval
As I work up a sweat 

Exhorting me, to situp 

number twenty nine.

As I huff and I puff, burning
those  calories 
My coach shows no mercy,
Oh to stop would be divine! 



His high standards I do not meet,
Or so I am guessing,
from the dish that is  resounding
beneath his disapproving feet.



Ah the relief, I am finally done!
but hey, the phantom, 

In a blink he is gone.

A fleeting shadow across my face
As he takes to the skies
And the wide open space.

A caw in goodbye

till we meet again!