In the land Down Under, where kangaroos leap,
Lives Vince Basile, who rarely does sleep.
With muscles of granite and a champion's grin,
At eighty-one, he's still all-in!
Two home gyms he’s got, for a master so wise,
With barbells and dumbbells, his strength never dies.
"Throwing’s my game," he proudly will say,
And medals confirm he can still slay.
He won every throw, from discus to shot,
The hammer and javelin—he’s got the lot!
But this year a hamstring said, "Not so fast,"
Yet Vince still brought medals, his legend steadfast.
Olympia tales, he recounts with flair,
Judging scandals and boos in the air.
Arnold and Paul, with drama galore,
But Vince knows the truth—he's keeping the score.
"Bodybuilding's pure, but the judging’s a mess,
Twenty points each? That’s just a bad guess!"
With a nod to the past and a lift of his brow,
He tells you, “They don’t make them like me now!”
So here’s to Vince, a legend, it’s true,
A master of throwing and old-school views.
With muscles intact and his wisdom aglow,
He’s the Basile of brilliance, the star of the show!
