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