An ode to CYCLEYOGA… or "PSYCHO-YOGA"

T'was during the last half of the year,

When ROWDIES were worming their way to good cheer,

That SLICK-TREAD suggested we do something new,

A social event for more than a few.

So we thought and we thought and one night on a run,

Mr. POPPINS hatched a scheme he thought might be fun,

A college of Yoga had classes in the city,

If we couldn't do this, it would be a pity.

So we sought help from PARTY CRASHER-PAT,

Cause we thought Yoga was when people sat…

And hummed to make good thoughts come their way,

And that's how Gurus usually passed their day!

Since it was winter in Houston you know,

"HOT-YOGA" seemed right for ROWDIES in tow!

Out went the emails, both near and quite far,

And seventeen ROWDIES did arrive by car.

After we paid our bucks at the door,

Shockwaves of heat made us drop to the floor,

ZIP was so hot, she thought she would faint,

To BATMAN she said, "Fun Yoga this ain't!"

The I-MAN, and MARY, and ROCKET GIRL all,

Were balanced like Egret, trying not to fall …

CUTE CHICK was groovin', didn't want to stop,

While most of my joints went snap, crackle, and pop ,

For 90 full minutes most sweated and writhed,

But ROCKET GIRL and RITA remained quite dry!

STICKY VICKI and ROBERT did show up as well,

As PHYLLIS's MOM proclaimed "Gosh, I'm in Hell"

And after the YOG-HURT had run us all through,

To eat ROWDY-STYLE seemed the thing to do…

So we took our sweat to the Madras Pavilion,

And ate like a Pasha for less than a million,

For the next social outing, suggested our CRITZ,

We wrestle big Gators, in a mud pit

Ms. P said points earned for this event,

Were not nearly enough for the trouble we went.

To sum up a remark, attributed to PHYLLIS,

"This Yoga instructor is trying to kill us!"

For intelligent reasons we now know why,

BUFFY and OX chose to take a "bye",

And since they decided to meet us later,

They will be first to "WRESTLE THE GATOR"

.. Mr. Poppins