Sing a song of six packs
Body full of Abs.
Four and twenty muscles
Baked in a gym.
When the shirt was opened
The chicks began to sing
Wasn’t that a dainty dish
To set before the queen?
The queen was in the counting-house
Counting out her prospect grooms,
The king was in the war
Facing guns and bullets.
The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes.
Along came a director
And snapped his photo
To hand over to Queen
“GYM PRODUCTS can sell only through song – Bob the wrestler who initiated this gym is zapped at it his 18 year old handsome kid showing his abs and singing this song”
Bob mutters “Why was the queen counting prospective grooms? Wasn’t she waiting for her husband?”
Son “Because she knew it is worthless to be with a fighting husband”
Bob “Do you think your mom also thinks this way?”
Son “She feels you never win any wrestling competition so you are not a good fighter”
Bob “What you plan to do in future?”
Son “Modeling Dad – please give some bucks for my photo shoot”
Bob “Do you feel you can survive?”
Son “I have gone that extra mile to build my six packs and I also know dancing so can sustain “
Bob “God bless you son… earlier we used to worry about our thigh muscles too but these days I find boys and girls happy with 6 pack itself. Do squats ok.. “
Son “Dad – am not born to be wrestler – I am super cool Model Abs Pack “
Bob “Who is it?”
Son “My new name Abs Pack”
Bob “But I am Bob”
Son “Pack sounds better Dad.”
Bob “So you will change me too one day”
Son “Yes Dad, stop exercising too much, join Yoga and Meditate and win a silent battle”
Bob “Your mom will not like me if I fight the silent battle”
Mom comes in “Son – Your father looks so good sleeping silently. Let him be at peace”
Bob “Where are you going Nancy?”
Nancy “To Gym – My son wants me to look good”