Secret Society of the Fittest

Did you know there is a group of people who gather,
They laugh at everyone else, because no one is as fit as they?

Nobody knows
That Tim can touch his toes.
Nobody dares
To disturb David when he stares.
Never has a no one
Knocked on Neville's door.
But we always try to notice
Andy on the floor.

These fit people, fit fit people.
Who are they to judge?
The rest of us who slave away
When blubber doesn't budge?

These taught people, these tamed toned people.
Who are they to nudge?
At my side, my dark dark side
When here's my chocolate fudge.