The Wonderful Wedding by Vivien Teasdale Wayne was a werewolf with wonderful ways Who dreamed a daring dream one day. As he stood in the shower, soaping his skin He thought how thoroughly taut and thin Were his cheeks and chops and charming chin But, longing for lean and lithe-looking limbs, He jauntily joined Johnny’s Junior gym. Here huffing and hoisting, he heaved and hopped And swore to sustain this sweating, and shopped For carbs and calories in dinner and cake. Then with plentiful proteins packing his plate And arousing his appetite, amply he ate. By devouring this diet, our doughty disciple Soon ruffled his rivals with rhomboids that rippled. Then one day Wendy walked in for a workout. The gentlemen gaped, soon beginning to growl. Such preening and pouting, and powerful pumping Of iron, but ignoring their ill-judged insulting She shook off their shameless, saucy saluting Merely marking it down as unmanly madness Or boisterous beha...