“Presidential” by Simon Keller
When there’s work to be done
Or medals to win
He squares up his shoulders
And dives right in
And, oh what shoulders
So awesome when flexed
That they’re matched by only
His magnificent pecs
And his splendid legs
So shapely and supple
And not just one,
He’s got a couple
A waist of pure grace
Strong hips, sturdy loins
The bits in between,
And also the joins
The stomach is firm
The buttocks, taut
It seems to me,
My friends, we ought
To remember the mind,
So lean and so sleek,
But we must never forget
The presidential physique.