Ruth,
who used to look like
Olive Oyl,
started lifting weights at the gym.
she's enormous with
muscles bugling
in places
you had no idea muscles
could be in.
i'm a little scared of her
now,
because of her temper
and strange steroid induced
growl,
but if i have a pickle
jar
i can't open, she's quick
to come
over and give
the lid a twist.
tomorrow she's going
to help
me carry bags of paving
stones
to the back yard.
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