Write a poem about a man named Chris who lives at the gym and fights monsters
There once was a man named Chris
 Who bench pressed his way to pure bliss
 When the plates started flying
 He was never seen crying 
 Until a time of great peril made him miss
 As he lay under barbell, covered in sweat
 he peered at a creature in diss
 this was but a danger, which tended to linger
 in the dungeons of temples of lift
 Next thing you know, Chris awoke with a blow
 to his head and his heart but to this
 He exclaimed it was: "nothing to worry"
 Though the damage was done
 It had never been fun
 To this point life could only be bliss