Epic Gym Poem squats

Epic Gym Poem.

Down the road, in a gym far away

A young man was heard to say

“No matter what I do, my legs won’t grow!”

He tried leg extensions, leg curls, leg presses too

Trying to cheat, these sissy workouts he’d do!

From the corner of the gym where the big guys train

Through a cloud of chalk and the midst of pain

Where the big iron rides high, and threatens lives

Where the noise is made with big forty-fives

A deep voice bellowed as he wrapped his knees

A very big man with legs like trees

Laughing as he snatched another plate from the stack

Chalked his hands and monstrous back

Said, “Boy, stop lying and don’t say you’ve forgotten!

Trouble with you is you ain’t been SQUATTIN’!”

Credits to someone other than me.