Paean to the Thonged Throng:
The air in the gym is thick, with the smell of chalk and sweat,
And all throughout it rings, with curses, moans, and threats,
Deltoids to right of them,
Rhomboids to left of them,
Latissimi in front of them, and teres major,
Surrounded by bar and bell,
Intrepid they lift and well,
Into a drop set from Hell,
Went saint and killer,
Go where few would tread,
Do what others dread,
Don't be a dickhead,
Brave bodybuilder!
