Thank you Lester for this brilliant poem inspired by MoveMe classes we run.
We gather together on Thursday
All of us come for a cause
Not just another keep-fit
To rattle through with no pause.
Fighting ‘gainst bad Mr P
He is an unwelcome guest
But we hold a special key.
For Thursdays we assemble
Together to have a play
For Thursday for one hour
Is bashing Mr P, day.
Our teacher kits us out
With scarves and theraband
Some balls complete the look
We are anything but bland.
We start by marching on the spot
But rhythm can avoid us
So we are not army standard
But the teacher makes no fuss.
Next is reaching for the sky
And throw the scarf in the air
I miss it all the time
So the scarf gets a glare.
Then we do our boxing workout
Time to give a lesson to Mr P
We jab, jab then uppercut
So Mr P do not mess with me.
Finally we sit on our chairs
And the ball between our legs does go
It’s all done to jolly music
Tho’ the passing does not flow.
Yet Mr P has had a thorough beating
And we are glad to have Jo
She is positive, a real gem
Ensuring we don’t go on a go-slow.
We applaud Jo’s musical taste
Mostly the 80’s to jig to
And when we have completed our task
Our face has turned a different hue.
So we and Jo have joined forces
To give Mr P the run around
We are in this together
And Move Me does resound!