Thread: A poem for all you that walk on chicken legs

Down the road in a gym such as yours,
a youngster with chicken legs strolled through the doors,
Wearing baggy pants to cover his legs,
"WILL ANYONE HELP, he harshly begged,
"No matter what I do, my legs won't get huge!"
I tried Extensions, Leg Curls and Leg Presses too."
Trying to cheat, through the sissy workouts he'd do,
After a set of extensions, his workout is through.
From the corner of the gym, where the monsters train,
through a cloud of chalk and the sound of pain,
where the big iron rides, and threatens lives,
where the noise is made with the Big Fourty - Fives,
a deep voice bellowed, as he wrapped his knees,
a very big man, with legs like oak trees,
Laughing as he snatched another plate from the stack,
Chalked his hands, and his Monstrous back,
said, "Boy, Stop Lying And Don't Say You've Forgotten!!!!
Trouble With You Is That You Ain't Been Squattin' !!!!
"Don't sit and say i wish i had legs like you got,
just get under that bar, and shut up and squat"

Thanks ladies and gents, i'll be here all night long...........FLEX

Very well said

I have chicken legs due because
I could not stand the nausea
feeling after doing squats;

Now I'm determined not to let that feeling
deter me from squats; I still hate that feeling though