Ode to the Kettlebell

Give me an open park with dewy grass
On an abnormally brisk March evening

Give me a rising moon and
The glare of the streetlamps on the wet road

Give me a tall thick pine tree
With sturdy branches to hang my rings

Give me pull ups and dips
To test my strength

Give me Giryas and Poods
To Swing and Press long into the night

Some may call this the poor man's gym
But tonight I tell you,
As I catch my breath
I am the richest man alive!