The Squat POEM

[Zaid Ziadeh]

Came across this POEM

Way down this road, in a gym far away, A young man was once heard to say:"I've repped high I've repped low no matter what i do my legs wont grow"
He tried leg extensions,leg curls and leg presses too trying to cheat these sissy workouts he'd do.
From the corner of the gym where BIG men train, Through a cloud of chalk and the midst of pain. where the big iron rides high and threatens lives,where the noise is made with big forty-fives. A deep voice bellowed as he wrapped his knees, avery big man with legs like trees, Laughing as he snatched another plate from the stack Chalking his hands and his monstous back, Said " Boy, stop lying and dont say you've forgotten, the trouble with you is you ain't been SQUATTIN"

[Derek Williams]

Came across this POEM

Way down this road, in a gym far away, A young man was once heard to say:"I've repped high I've repped low no matter what i do my legs wont grow"
He tried leg extensions,leg curls and leg presses too trying to cheat these sissy workouts he'd do.
From the corner of the gym where BIG men train, Through a cloud of chalk and the midst of pain. where the big iron rides high and threatens lives,where the noise is made with big forty-fives. A deep voice bellowed as he wrapped his knees, avery big man with legs like trees, Laughing as he snatched another plate from the stack Chalking his hands and his monstous back, Said " Boy, stop lying and dont say you've forgotten, the trouble with you is you ain't been SQUATTIN"

That poem is classic. I remember reading it in Ironman Magazine back in either high school or first year of college. I once saw it in a hardcore gym framed beside the power rack.