The Exercise Class
By Joyce Smith 81 yrs young

There stands the keep fit teacher
In trim and sporty gear
And here sit I, poor creature
What am I doing here?

Hold tight and strong the pelvic floor
And tummy muscles too
No matter that you're feeling sore
And don't know what to do

She wants you up and moving
As well-oiled athletes do
Each movement now improving
Though muscles are but few

Lift high and wide the expanding chest
And stretch up the arm or leg
You do it to your very best
But not so long, I beg

We are given drinks of water
To help improve the brain
But all my limbs still falter
Whilst 1'm trying to stay sane

I try to keep my shoulders down
And breathe as others do
But it really only makes me frown
And more forgetful too

But I won't be beaten
Each class I will attend
It's either me or teacher
Who'll first go round the bend?