Eric's pretty proud about his tummy,
Hard as rock -
A prize he earned by exercise
And sweating 'round the clock.
His two pack is impressive, yes.
But Suzy's up to four.

Suzy never eats a bite of sweets,
Nor any junk.
She's careful 'bout the calories
She's adding to her trunk.
Her tum is trim and free of fat,
But four's the lower score.

Darryl has a rocky six pack
Chiseled on his waist.
For moulding muscled middles,
He was never second placed.
That Darryl's six were pretty slick,
But Mikey wanted more.

A thousand sit-ups every day.
Mike's pack stacked up to seven.
Those odd, uneven lumps were cool,
But an eight pack would be heaven.
The workout time went up and up,
The pack grew more and more.

A thousand crunches every hour,
Loaded up with weights.
Through cramps and crabs
He used his abs
For crushing cans and crates.
Now Mikey has a million pack,
And Mikey's mighty sore.


-B.C. Byron

A poem about overdoing the exercise