A man was on a smith machine,
300lbs was racked,
This was more than ever before,
10lbs more than the past.
He pondered on that Leather bench,
Would he look like a fool?
The circumstance was getting tense,
The bar was getting cool.
He didn't have a spotter,
The Gym was fairly quiet,
So if the bar fell onto him,
It wouldn't cause a riot.
A young man aged just 21,
More measured now it seemed,
In past days he'd have cranked the lot,
In the folly of his teens.
But then he suddenly realised,
It wasn't boom or bust,
For if he failed about mid try,
He could hook the bar back up.
And so he grabbed on to the bar,
Clung on with steely grip,
A heavy pumping of his heart
In the hope he would not slip.
At first he took a deep, deep breath,
Then went in for the plunge,
The bar went flying above his chest,
With one almighty lunge.
But suddenly about half way through,
His energy stores just fled,
His left arm gave, it went askew,
Then the bar crashed on his Head.
If only he'd checked he'd be okay,
By trying 290 again,
Then at least he'd have been sure either way,
And he wouldn't have damaged his Brain.
The moral of the story is,
You should never tempt pure fate,
And don't ever get over confident,
Whenever you lift weight.
Good night children
.Note: Any resemblance to any living persons, is purely coincidental.
