Why do you do this I hear people say
It doesn’t look hard – you could do it all day
How do you explain the addiction it is
The excitement, the comps and your head in a tizz
For me it is more than the fake tan and tights
The bright leotards, the unflattering lights
When we get to the heart of makes us return
Year in and year out – some new work to learn
Let’s stop for a moment and consider the objective
I can only explain this from my own perspective
I go every week for a chat and some fun
And somewhere in between the syllabus gets done.
There’s always a part that we think looks ridiculous
But we struggle and practice and don’t let it get to us
And then there’s the comp that starts all too soon
The cramming to learn that last part of the tune
Remembering positions – is it 5th, 1st or 3rd?
Portabra, portabore – this lingo’s absurd!
We stand altogether in the wings and we wait
It’s our turn! We’re now out to battle our fate
We pull back our shoulders, with chins in the air
Double checking our bras and our fabulous hair
Lifting up tall and showing our abs
Out onto the floor we march looking quiet fab!
We get through the warm up, can we get through the dance
Try not to collapse or move from your stance
Don’t be the one who goes the wrong way
Too late – it is me!! – It’s just not my day!
But we keep on performing our faces don’t flinch
With the look that says “easy – this stuff is a cinch!”
And the winner today is ….. who cares after all?
It’s someone’s opinion on that certain floor
A badge for your sash in the yearly march past
But is that why we do it? You don’t have to ask.
It’s the bond between women that men just don’t get
That feminine need, a place with no threat
We may not see each other from one week to another
I’m telling you straight we’re as close as a mother
We share our lives through all the good and the bad
We laugh and we cry, share the fun and the sad
Physical Culture is our one saving grace
Through the life that we live at too hectic a pace
We should all make the time to nourish our soul
Without Physie I daresay our lives would be droll
So let’s all reflect and give Physie it’s due
A toast to this sport for us privileged few
Here’s to Physie!
Poem By Anonymous