“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.