Head down low as he moves towards the floor,
Arms stretched ready to engage,
Sights firmly fixed on the task to complete,
Stay focused now, there is no time to rage.
Blood pumping fast through primed arteries,
Sweat starts to trickle down his face,
He reaches and pushes as hard as he can go,
A triumph about to embrace.
And striving with pride,
'Cause he is a mighty Vet,
Came the wife from downstairs,
"Have you got your socks on yet!?"