Does yoga make you nervous?
Do you prefer ayeeeeiiiis to ommmmms?
Want to wind me up, tell me to relaaaaax.
Only with the jitters, am I at home.
Like, if relaxing is, like, a job?
How much fun is that?
I am supposed to memorize what?
Couldn't find a thinner mat?
Attitude is not the best, woman mantras.
Take another deep breath and visualize.
Still alive, twist yourself into a pretzel.
(This is the part I really despise.)
Hate that sllllloooooooooow business.
Makes me want to do the boogaloo.
Ache to get up and punch the woman.
(Hate anger management, too.)
Karate might be fun. . .naaaaaa.
All about discipline an'. . .stuff.
Best go back to Couch Potato Class.
(Find a couch 'at's not so rough.)
Very humorous. There is much humor in the endless futile efforts of the genetically obese and diseased, like the women in my family.
As a person not inclined to voodoo cures who loved every type of physical effort to the last and who purposely changed his diet in his 20s and can no longer move without help, but is still healthy after 47 years of increasing paralysis--I am only sad that so many can't seem to solve the simple problem of their own health.
Phyllis, your work so humorously exposes what I refer to as the world of today's little plastic people. Sheeple trying to survive through being a disciple of the latest gazillion personal improvement programs(and scams)pitched by twenty-first century barkers from every form of media. I suppose it is the natural extension, the modern day equivalents of snake oil salesmen and gypsy caravan palm readers. I knew a former Marine. A WWII veteran of the South Pacific theater who had become a chemical salesman. One day we were discussing hard manual labor. Frank said, "you know Jon Michael, the hardest work I plan to do for the rest of my life, is read without my glasses". You nailed it right on. Love and peace to you my dear friend. Jon Michael
Wonderfully elegant wit! Yes, the boogaloo is WAY more fun!
I'm with John, a little work out for the eyelids is one of my regular fitness routines.
Ever,
Christine
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The Wholly Book of Doo-Doo-Rot-on-Me is adult satirical humor featuring adult language and adult content, and the work is a parody of the Old Testament Book of Deuteronomy.
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As a person not inclined to voodoo cures who loved every type of physical effort to the last and who purposely changed his diet in his 20s and can no longer move without help, but is still healthy after 47 years of increasing paralysis--I am only sad that so many can't seem to solve the simple problem of their own health.
Ron
Sheila
Carole~
Great poem. Just proves do whatever moves you, and ignore the rest!
Mary
I'm with John, a little work out for the eyelids is one of my regular fitness routines.
Ever,
Christine
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
But I loves ya the way you are *mwah!!*
Namaste.
This is great!
John
I LOVE EXERCISE ALSO ...
COULD WATCH IT ALL DAY! TK.