Spor Salonu Ve Osman Ağbi

Spor Salonu ve Osman Ağbi

Saat on iki oldu mu çantasını kapar,
Osman ağbi koşar salona, millet arkasından bakar.
Salona girince aletler bile ürkekcesine,
Koşu bandı kaçar, dambıl saklanır köşelere.

“Beyler, bugün göğüs günü, kaçış yok!” der,
Millet homurdanır ama kimse ses etmez.
Barfiks çekerken biri “Abi düştüm!” diye bağırır,
Osman ağbi tutar kolundan, “Hadi aslanım, daha yeni başlıyoruz!” çağırır.
Biri sorar: “Abi ben bacak çalışmasam olur mu?”
“Olur oğlum, ama pantolon sana dar gelir, haberin olsun!”
Defteri açar, karneler dağıtır tek tek,
“Sen fazla ekmek yeme, sen de şeker çekme pek!”

Kramp giren yere yatmış, “Aman abi ov!” der,
Osman ağbi bir bastı mı adam “Of anam!” der.
“Abi yavaş, bu masaj değil işkence!”
“Sus len, kasın gelişiyor, nankör olma iyice!”
‘Kas yapacaksan acı candan çıkar,
Biraz yanacaksın, o da spordan akar!’
Erkekler pervane olmuş etrafında döner,
Kimisi protein sorar, kimisi “Abi ekmek yer miyim?” der.
Osman ağbi gözlerini kısar, nutuk çakar:
“Ekmek yok, börek yok, tatlı yok, bitti!” der, millet çaktırmadan kantine kaçar.

Bayanlar gelir salona ceylan gibi süzülürcesine,
Keklik gibi seker, tavşan gibi zıplar, gözler süzülürcesine.
Hepsi bakar Osman’a, “Aman Allah’ım ne insan! dercesine”
“Hocam, bu hareket göbek eritiyor mu?” diye sorar,
Osman ağbi başını kaşır: “Eritiyor da… börek yemezsen işe yarar!”
“Hocam bu hareket kalçayı çalıştırır mı?” derler,
Osman ağbi terler: “Abla ben aile babasıyım, dikkat edin!” der.

Soyunma odasında bile yanına otururlar,
Yemekhanede çorbayı bile beraber yudumlar.
Çorbayı içerken bile sorar: “Bugün kaç set yaptın, artır”
Onsuz spor, tatsız tuzsuz, renksiz kalır,
Osman ağbi yoksa salon, çorbasız kuru ekmek gibi kalır.
Osman ağbi yürürken salon bir festival,
Onsuz spor eksik kalır, bomboş kalır her hal.

Güçlü kuvvetli, gönlü temiz, halis, yüzü şen,
Allah sana sağlık versin Osman ağbi, daim etsin hevesin, neşen.
Herkesin gönlünde tahtı var, hem de ücretsiz.
Sen salonun koçu, teknik direktörü, maestro’su,
Sen olmazsan spor salonu, pazar günü boş pazaryeri gibi suskun, yoksun.

The Gym and Osman Brother

When it's twelve o'clock, he grabs his bag,
Osman brother runs to the hall, people look after him.nd Osman Brother

When it's twelve o'clock, he grabs his bag,
Osman brother runs to the hall, people look after him.
When you enter the gym, even the equipmThe Gym and Osman Brother

When it's twelve o'clock, he grabs his bag,
Osman brother runs to the hall, people look after him.
When you enter the gym, even the equipment is timid,
e Gym and Osman Brother

When it's twelve o'clock, he grabs his bag,
Osman brother runs to the hall, people look after him.
When youThe Gym and Osman Brother

When it's twelve o, he grabs his bag,
Osman brother runs to the hall, people look after him.
When you enter the gym, even the equipment is timid,
The treadmill runs away, the dumbbells are hidden in the corners.

“Guys, today is chest day, there is no escape!”
People grumble, but no one makes a sound.
When I was doing a pull-up, someone said, "Brother, I fell!” he shouts,
Osman agbi holds his arm, “Come on, man, we're just getting started!” he calls.
Someone asks: "Brother, is it OK if I don't work my legs?”
"Yes, my son, but the pants will fit you tight, just so you know!”
Opens the ledger, distributes report cards one by one,
“Don't eat too much bread, don't take too much sugar either!lies down where he has a cramp and says, “Oh brother, rub“Don't eat too much bread, don't too much sugar either!”

He lies down where he has a cramp and says, “Oh brother, rub it!”
When Osman agbi pressed, the man said, "Oh, Don't eat too much bread, don't take too much sugar either!”

He lies down where he has a cramp and says, “Oh brother, rub it!”
When Osman agbi pressed, the man said, "Oh, mother!” says.
"Brother, slow down, this is not mDon't eat too much bread, don't take too much sugar either!”

He lies down where he has a cramp and says, “Oh brother, rub it!”
When Osman agbi pressed, the man sa eat too much bread, don't take too much sugar either!”

He lies down where he has a cramp and says, “Oh brother, rub it!”
When Osman agbi pressed, the man said, "Oh, mother!” says.
"Brother, slow down, this is not massage, it's torture!”
"Hush, len, your November is growing, don't be ungrateful!”
‘If you're going to November, take the pain out of your heart,
You will burn a little, it also flows from sports!’
Men revolve around having been propeller,
Some people ask about protein, some say, "Brother, do I eat bread?” he says.
Osman ağabey squints his eyes and gives a speech:
“There is no bread, no pastry, no dessert, it's over!” he says, and the people sneak away to the canteen.

The women come to the hall, gliding like gazelles,
It skips like a partridge, jumps like a rabbit, and the eyes are like they are looking through.
They all look at Osman and say, “Oh my God, what a person!Teacher, does this movement burn belly fat?It skips like a partridge, jumps like a rabbit, and the eyes are like they are looking through.
They alok at Osman and say, “Oh my God, what a person!”
“TIt skips like a partridge, jumps like a rabbit, and the eyes are like they are looking through.
They all look at Osman and say, “Oh my God, what a person!”
“Teacher skips like a partridge, jumps like a rabbit, and the eyes are like they are looking through.
They all look at Osman and say, “Oh my God, what a person!”
“Teacher, does this movement burn belly fat?” he asks,
Brother Osman scratches his head: “It melts… if you don't eat the pastry, it will be useful!”
“Teacher, does this movement work the hips?” they say.
Osman agbi terler: "Sister, I am a family man, pay attention!” says.

They even sit next to you in the dressing room,
They even sip soup together in the refectory.
Even while drinking the soup, he asks“ "How many sets did you do today, increase”
Without it, the sport remains tasteless, unsalted, colorless,
If there is no Osman agbi, the hall will remain like dry bread without soup.
When Osman agbi walks, the hall is a festival,
Without it, the sport remains incomplete, it remains empty anyway.If there is no Osman agbi, the hall will remain like dry bread without soup.
When Osman agbi walks, the hall is a festival,
Without it, the sport remains incomplete, it remains emptyIf there is man agbi, the hall will remain like dry bread without soup.
When Osman agbi walks, the hall is a festival,
Without it

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Kayıt Tarihi : 11.9.2025 15:44:00