A poem for your reading pleasure.

stevehnsn · Jul 14, 2003

Forgive me if you've heard this one before...

Down the road, in a gym far away,
A lazy young man was once heard to say,
"No matter what I do, my legs just won't grow!
What to do next, I really don't know..."
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 iron rides high and threatens their lives,
Where the noise is made with big forty fives.
A deep voice bellowed as he wrapped up his knees,
A very big man, with legs like trees,
Laughing as he snatched another plate from the stack,
Chalked up his hands and his monstrous back.
Said, "Boy stop lying, and don't say you've forgetten!
Trouble with you is, you ain't been SQUATTIN'!"

xcelbeyond · Jul 14, 2003

So true - a good one

xcel

stackdizzy · Jul 14, 2003

thats a good one

gnpower · Jul 14, 2003

Haha I remember this poem. It was on the wall by the squat rack in my high school gym! God that was a long time ago. I had never really squatted before and for football tests they made us squat our body weight as many times as we could. So I did 145 lbs (I was only a freshman) only like 10 times or something. My legs got so sore from it. Then the next day we had to do our 40 times and other running tests. I was screwed. My legs never hurt so bad in my life! haha thats funny thinking of old shit like that.