Six Pack Abs

Six Pack Abs

A Poem by Whiskurz

My wife, she likes those six pack abs
But me, I've got a keg
She can see that thing anytime she likes
And I won't even make her beg
I see myself as a muscle man
I workout everyday
Watching Tv with my plate on my belly
And putting that food away
My workout plan is a strenuous task
All I gotta do is eat
I know it works 'cause my belly keeps growing
Until I can't even see my feet
I go to the gym at least five times a day
Gym is the name of my fridge
There's so many ropes holding up my pants
'Til it looks like the brooklyn bridge
Yep, she really loves those six pack abs
And she says I'm shaped like an egg
It takes a very long time to look like this
So she better get used to the keg

© 2012 Whiskurz


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A very fun read Whisk. "...plate on my belly" delightfully true in many cases. Well done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


HA!

Posted 12 Years Ago


lol...I loved the playfulness of this piece and how unconcerned he was. He knows she'll accept him for who he is...at least that's the impression that I got. I really enjoyed the rhyme as well.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on July 20, 2012
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