Yoga

Her hip was decidedly dickey She was not as flexible as before Various joints were complaining She had trouble getting up from the floor She was not as young as she was Bits of her were definitely aging Inside she didn't feel any different But the outside was certainly fading So it was time to get some help It was time to stop mucking around Before her get up and go had gone Some form of exercise had to be found Yoga seemed the logical choice She welcomed it with warm embrace Soon she would feel twenty again Dream on! If only that were the case The poses were near on impossible With names like ‘warrior’, ‘pigeon’ and ‘tree’ Every muscle she possessed rebelled She desperately wanted to flee Would anyone notice if she left? Could she creep out the door unseen? Thankful for a moment’s distraction She speedily fled from the scene So if she wasn't going to exercise In order to be able to rise and shine She was just going have to live with it And drink a helluva lot of wine