In his youth he could have bench-pressed a Honda
He posed with cheerleaders (whom he was quite fond of)
One seated on each arm, his muscles to flout
In photographs their children now wonder about
On the field of sport he could do it all –
His forward passes like lightning would fall
Many a massive lineman fell to his block
And many a quarterback to his gentle knock
He was the class stud; I was the class fool
He’s now a janitor at our old school
(And I am still a fool…)