The Eight Pack Poem by Praveen Claude Fernandez
The Eight Pack
Me was exercising at the old arch gym,
And time flew by night and went so dim,
Got a flex of the muscles and heard a crack,
And as I pulled my shirt forward I saw my 8 pack,
The sweat of the heat, the toil of these months,
The time I lifted weights weighing several tons,
I felt my body looked as a perfect lighting beam,
Alas, when I awoke it was my night’s dream..!
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5/5/2024 3:47:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
haha nicely written.......we(boys) so dearly dream of 8 packs.........lol good work..... ;)