When The Gym Runs Out Of Weights

By Simon George

When the Gym runs out of weights, I’ll lift my son.
He weighs about 100 pounds or so,
And it would give me a good workout
To lift him up and down as one would lift a barbell.
My son would stay quiet and rigid while I lift him up and down
And roar furiously as my muscles consume me.
He is a good boy.
He would stay very still and would be
A decent substitute for the weights I will miss dearly.

When the Gym runs out of weights, I’ll lift Gordon.
He is my neighbor, and he once told me
That he would never let me bench-press him,
But I think he was kidding.
I’d really have to push myself to the limit
When I am lifting my neighbor Gordon up and down to grow stronger.

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