Beware the mesomorph, my lass,
When you what a man to idolize.
The bulging muscled shoulders warn
Of driving need for exercise.
The mesomorph's unruly hair
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Oft hints of bareness in years to come;
His now lean frame that you admire
Will round and flabby soon become.
Then at home retiring you expect love
But find Morpheus kills his appetite
Ere even his head meets the pillow.
And no sleep you'll get--he snores all night.
Do heed my warning, if wouldst have bliss.
And lass, beware lest thou be drawn
To the muscled mesomorph's physique
Whose only asset is but brawn.
Come to my arms, my disheartened maid;
All men are not what they seem;
In ectomorphy you're sure to find
The incarnation of your dream.