instruction: Write a poem about a man named Chris who lives at the gym and fights monsters
response: 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