an ode to my abs, an echo poem by raynor ganan

in keeping with the form, i got mythological up in here.

who among us is so mighty, he doesn’t need a trainer?
……raynor.
and what does he hone on his diet of cheez whiz mussels?
……his muscles.
and what of his, causes girls to stop their taxi cabs?
……sick abs!
sing muse, of these abs. do they inspire the oracle delphi?
……aye.
do they summon shapely sirens to swim for shore?
……for sure.
in what state do they incite sylvan nymphets?
……in fits.
are they more intoxicating than the enchantress circe?
…….¡sir, si!
do they bring sweet penelope to peak or chasm?
……orgasm!
this hero raynor, is he but a man or an ageless immortal?
……alas, a mortal.
but how’ll beauties 1,000 years hence reap what he hath sewed?
……this ode!