In a world where memes abide, There comes a tale of gigachad's stride, A legend so mighty, not meant for mirth, A nursery rhyme for those seeking mirth. Gigachad arose with muscle and might, Strength and size, a marvelous sight, His biceps measured like colossal trees, With abs so chiseled, a sight to please.

He ventured out to the gymnasium, Flexing his pecs in a glorious hymn, He lifted weights with epic finesse, Admiration from all, he couldn't suppress. With every rep and every curl, Gigachad's muscles began to unfurl, He'd sculpt his body with sheer dedication, Leaving behind weaklings, lost in admiration.

His cardio-chase was just as grand, Running like a stallion across the land, With stamina boundless, unmatched by all, Striving to outshine, the world standing tall. But Gigachad had traits beyond physique, Kindness, empathy, a heart unique, He'd help others in need, with all his might, A hero born to spread love and light.

The teens in awe, inspired by his grace, Challenged themselves in the fitness race, Learning the lesson, his strength ever shown, That true power lies in heart and muscle toned. So, let us remember the tale with glee, Of Gigachad with his strength and glory, Keep pushing limits, striving for more, Knowing that confidence lies at the core.

For every young soul on this journey bound, With Gigachad's spirit, let strength be found, A nursery rhyme for those who aspire, To be a gigachad, their dreams take them higher.