Gym poetry: thighs
Earlier this year, having read over a hundred poems on my poetry TikTok, I decried the dearth of good gym poetry in the public sphere.
Over eight weeks and eight poems, I set out to write some wrongs...this is "Thighs"
He had thighs that magnetised eyes, aye
girls’ and guys’
his quads were as thick as a dad’s bod and
as ripped as hard logs
you just couldn’t believe his femurs and
females often asked how he achieved his
good food, good training and good luck
all add up he said
all eyes smiling
while hip adducting in his throne.