SeriousLifters: Squat Poem The young man looked fit, thick through the chest. Bulging biceps and triceps. Washboard abs and the rest. He strode a bit closer. To my shock and surprise! I saw his torso supported, by two spindly thighs! He walked with confidence and no apprehensions, as he performed his first set of leg extensions! I watched this debacle, watched his face turn askew. Watched him scream in mock agony, 'til his set was all through. T'was then I approached him and extended my hand. "I don't mean to disrupt you, but excuse me, young man! I was admiring your work. Man, that set was nice! But I wonder if I might offer some helpful advice?" He spoke not a word. Simply nodded his head. I could read his expression. He wished I were dead. "Get off this contraption! You're wasting your time! Go to the squat rack! You can see....there's NO line! You don't need machines! You don't need to look far! Just load on the weight and get under the bar! Unrack that sucker! Squat ass to the floor! Grab some big plates, and load on some more! Hear the iron rattle as you pound out each rep! But please, my friend! YOU must take the first step! Come with me now! To the squat rack we'll go! Together we'll get those tiny pegs to grow!" He studied me hard. He seemed in a haze. No words came! He stood in a daze! 'Say SOMETHING, son! Speak to me, PLEASE!' 'I can't do it!', he screamed! 'I have bad knees!' I got this from Ricky Dale Crains newsletter. I think it's great.

Squat Poem 

The young man looked fit, thick through the chest. 
Bulging biceps and triceps. Washboard abs and the rest.

He strode a bit closer. To my shock and surprise!
I saw his torso supported, by two spindly thighs!

He walked with confidence and no apprehensions,
as he performed his first set of leg extensions!

I watched this debacle, watched his face turn askew.
Watched him scream in mock agony, 'til his set was all through.

T'was then I approached him and extended my hand.
"I don't mean to disrupt you, but excuse me, young man!

I was admiring your work. Man, that set was nice!
But I wonder if I might offer some helpful advice?"

He spoke not a word. Simply nodded his head.
I could read his expression. He wished I were dead.

"Get off this contraption! You're wasting your time!
Go to the squat rack! You can see....there's NO line!

You don't need machines! You don't need to look far!
Just load on the weight and get under the bar!

Unrack that sucker! Squat ass to the floor!
Grab some big plates, and load on some more!

Hear the iron rattle as you pound out each rep!
But please, my friend! YOU must take the first step!

Come with me now! To the squat rack we'll go!
Together we'll get those tiny pegs to grow!"

He studied me hard. He seemed in a haze.
No words came! He stood in a daze!

'Say SOMETHING, son! Speak to me, PLEASE!'
'I can't do it!', he screamed! 'I have bad knees!'

I got this from Ricky Dale Crains newsletter. I think it's great.

jonr501

This is good.

spanky

Love to squat, but I use Smith machine:)

jatt

haha tiny pegs and spindly thighs not heard that before funny poem tho!

olddog

Not much of a fan of poetry but mixing squats and poetry works. lol

bill704

did squats today, not thinking about poems. do you have a poem about walking funny the next 3 days..lol

bigdave1967

Get off the damned leg extension machine and maybe your knees won't feel so bad, DUMBASS!

dbunch

LoL - I had to re-read the poem Couldn’t figure where you comment was coming from sense I don’t do leg extentions

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