There once was a finance man who was funny
Who had trouble with addition, but made lots of money
His limbs were long, limber, and lean
We never call him skinny, because that would be mean
His blog posts are clever, though the big words make me weary
But they do make me chuckle, especially when mocking Paddy O’Leary
Upon moving to SF, he scored a hot little dame
But I’m pretty sure he still doesn’t know Amber’s last name…(is it Rose?)
His workouts are complicated, detailed and lengthy
And he laughs with pleasure watching the tribe get all sweaty
Who is this man, full of sarcasm and wit?
A man who skipped today’s workout, not wishing to get fit
He missed your morning hug, chose work before sun
His name is Daniel by birth, but we call him Old Man Clayton.