Lord Gym
Cosmetallic ladies
In their leotards
A lot like leopards
Snare those spongy
Handlebars
With pointed nails
And mostly stare
At mirrored walls.
Abdominate
Those muscles, men,
Moistly in sweatshirts,
I say, abdominate!
And flex those pecs
That nod to the ladies
In the forlorn hope
They nod, "Do you?"
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