A Little Work Out Shout!

So with Pat working out every day at our sea, a lot of them are, sadly, viewed by me. You humans are strange. But we already went there at my range. Ever look at the names off them though? What the umm duck you may say at your show.

There is Atlas Stones,
Some kind of backwards moans?
Is that like blue balls?
Beats me, can no longer give cat calls.

The Monster Walk.
That will make all talk.
Frankenstein or a vampire?
Maybe a namer they should hire?

Get ready for a Muscle Snatch.
Grab Arnold and steal a batch?
He may terminate.
Such a sad fate.

Hmmm Rack Pulls you say?
I don't know about that at my bay.
Isn't that sexual harassment of some sort?
I don't think it would hold up as a sport.

But if pulling is not your taste,
Rack Delivery will get there post haste.
Be careful when you dial the number.
I hear they come when you slumber.

Then you can do a Rocket Jump,
That will get you over the hump.
Or maybe into it.
I don't judge at my pit.

And if you can't say a word,
Do Good Morning and look absurd.
Maybe even quack like a duck.
Put a hat down and get a buck.

You can also get a good view,
Just let Windmills come due.
Flap with the breeze,
Get rid of those fleas.

The river may be rising soon.
Use the Sandbag Load to stop it by noon.
Where will you get the sandbag?
Maybe go to a farm and play tag?

When all is said and done,
When working out is no fun,
And you just want to be shot,
The Shotgun Row can do such a plot.

Who names these things? A rat with wings? Don't even go into the yoga names. They sound like they are from ancient Greek games. But at least you can add mass, even if the names make no sense to my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.