With arms like melons he waddles in,

i try to hide it, but i’m starting to grin.

he glares at me, a look so stern,

his legs chafing, we all feel the burn.

grunting and groaning like monica seles,

i’m a little turned on, i sadly digress.

the grin is now taking over my face,

i fear fire as he picks up the pace.

his head now glowing a sweaty red,

if he sees me laughing i could end up dead.

this muscle man bulging to burst,

drinks he-mans blood to quench his thirst.

weights get increased as girls eyelashes flutter,

veins poke out like the body’s clearing it’s clutter.

i’m embarrassed to see his ‘gun’ kissing thang,

the gym goes silent as we all heard a twang,

he’s popped his belt, his pants hit the floor,

noone can stop, we all start to roar.

he’s unhinged now, shouting ’shut up you fools!’

but we all can’t stop laughing at his steroid shrunken balls.