Him
With his cup full to the brim
he sat there looking grim
He had come here on a whim
his intention to have a swim.
Yet now he had lost his vim
perhaps he left it at the gym.
About his figure he liked it trim
and his hair he kept very prim.
His knees he would skim
as trees he tried to shim.
As daylight started to dim
he went home via the rim.
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