As I read the lines of Erik's poem, the truthiness of it moved me to tears...tears of pain that is. It just isn't fair. After working an hour lifting, pulling, grunting, and, let's face it, expelling gas all throughout the process, it just isn't fair to go, "Ok now let's blast your abs...because God hates you..."
Anywho, I just finished the marathon of pain for today and thought I would continue on the poem... (First three stanzas courtesy of Erik )
Oh Ab Ripper X
Could I hate anything more?
Let me think, um, no
Why must you tease me?
Rearing your head thrice weekly
Makes my tummy sick
With your Mason Twists
You mock me 'til I'm splayed out
Save me upward dog
But nothing can help
My abs are shredded to dust
And I want to die
Please mighty Odin
Destroy Tony with your spear
Lest tis time again
Alas, I but weep
As the crunchy frog destroys
God I have angered!
Amen...
-Thor
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Brilliant! I award you the esteemed title of "ABhorrent Ripper".
Perfect addition to the haikus!
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