A Pilates Poem; A beginner begins.

Someone said that they think Pilates is great,

But you know what it’s working out that I hate.

Pilates will they say connect you to your core,

But I’m afraid I find that exercise is such a bore.

Oh well, I should try, I might, I can, I must,

After all I’ve gotten as big as a bus.

So to my health I will work now to renew,

I hope this will provide a much better view.

You know my instructor I don’t really move that way,

I can see that student, because on the floor you just lay.

Now get moving, no more cruising, it's your body you’ve been losing,

We must and will wake up all the muscles that you have not been using.

I’m now on machines called Cadillac’s, Wundachair’s and  Reformers,

I work but still I’m feeling sick enough to call the coroner.

Yeah that exercise I remember, the one that use to make me moan,

But I got it now, I think I’m getting better, I’m in the zone.

I wanted a quick fix; I wanted to just take a pill,

To get healthy, to be wealthy, and to have my life’s fill.

So was it too much to ask why couldn’t it have been so,

But this is real life, this is my life, so my old attitude must go.

So will I sit, I most certainly think I shall not,

I will be fit, because it's the Pilates bug that I’ve caught.

This is fun, so a series of ten I bought,

Have you seen my bun, I will pilate.