My Adventures in Fitness Futility
When you were only eleven,You grew till you almost reached heaven,With bread and leftovers(You didn't need Kroger's)Your mind, wit and body to leaven!
To heaven, you say? Oh poor motherYou mean this son of yours? Not another?Bread might bolster kineticsBut I’m stuck with geneticsMy growth spurt they did hasten to smother.