I'd like biceps on my triceps,
Thighs, yes calves like Sly Stallone
But I'm not a body builder,
There's little muscle on my bones.
I hear men boasting at the gym
As they run upon their tracks.
How they pull, they push, yes pump,
Showing off their cute six packs.
I went to bootcamp for four weeks.
I was always last in line.
I was tired - quite exhausted,
Had to give up drinking wine!
So I'll exercise with ease,
Ignore those body building bods.
I'll avert my eyes from runners,
Concentrate on my iPod.
So when it comes to my physique,
I will have to face the fact
That a corset will be better
To contain my body slack!
A man with muscles Looks alright But if he starts to pose It is an awful turn off So just put back on your clothes I 'm not so interested In the physique on your frame What's the state of your grey matter? Can you flex that just the same!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem Joe, and I'm sure you can't be all that bad!