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

toned look

good food, good training and good luck

all add up he said

all eyes smiling

while hip adducting in his throne.