Come Dancing

Come Dancing

“Come dancing,” they said “It’s good exercise.”
“It strengthens your core and tones up your thighs.”
“It’s good for your heart and it flattens your tum.”
“It loosens your joints but tightens your bum.”

Well,  what could I say? I signed up in a flash.
Slow, quick quick, slow.  I’d be cutting a dash!
Fairytale waltzing and sensuous rumba…
But no! To my horror, it’s strictly come Zumba!

No sequins and glitter, no ruffles of net.
Just leggings and trainers and Lycra…and sweat!
Jumping and jiving, the music beat’s thumping.
My heart’s pounding faster, adrenaline’s pumping.

Puffing and panting far more than I oughta.
“Gimme a break and gimme more water!”
I’m jigging around like a demented fool.
But hang on a minute…. this music’s dead cool!

“The rhythm’s gonna getcha”, I swear that that’s true.
Feeling cheery and jolly… no longer blue.
Disco, Twist, Hip Hop, Samba and Rock.
Ooh, my saggy old carcass has gone into shock!

Utterly knackered and SO out of breath.
I’m bloody well sure that I’ve just cheated death!
My mouth has got drier, my tee shirt’s got wetter
But my spirit is lifted. I think I feel better!

Uplifted, elated, euphoric, sublime.
Ready and willing… I’ll be back next time!