In a land of ones and zeroes,
Where the programmers code and please,
Lived a hefty man named Weber,
Known to all as Webby, with ease.
He sat at his desk all day,
Pounding keys and munching snacks,
His belly grew rounder and rounder,
And his colleagues made jabs and cracks.
But Webby didn't care a jot,
For he had a Corvette red,
He cruised around town in style,
And turned every head.
His mistress Olive knew his secret,
And indulged his every whim,
She'd bring him goon and garlic bread,
And he'd lap it up with a grin.
But his rival Possum sneered,
At his flabby physique and car,
He thought he could outdo Webby,
And leave him trailing afar.
But Webby wasn't one to give up,
And he hit the gym with a force,
He shed the pounds and got buff,
And even started to run a 10k course.
Now Possum's jaw dropped in awe,
As Webby zoomed past with a roar,
No longer just a programmer,
But a fitness icon to adore.
So if you're feeling down and out,
And think you can't get ahead,
Just take a page from Webby's book,
And get moving instead!