| A Pilates Poem; A beginner begins. | | | | Wundachair’s and Reformers, |
| | | | I work but still I’m feeling sick enough to call the |
| Someone said that they think Pilates is great, | | | | coroner. |
| But you know what it’s working out that I hate. | | | | Yeah that exercise I remember, the one that use to |
| Pilates will they say connect you to your core, | | | | make me moan, |
| But I’m afraid I find that exercise is such a bore. | | | | But I got it now, I think I’m getting better, |
| Oh well, I should try, I might, I can, I must, | | | | I’m in the zone. |
| After all I’ve gotten as big as a bus. | | | | I wanted a quick fix; I wanted to just take a pill, |
| So to my health I will work now to renew, | | | | To get healthy, to be wealthy, and to have my |
| I hope this will provide a much better view. | | | | life’s fill. |
| You know my instructor I don’t really move that | | | | So was it too much to ask why couldn’t it have |
| way, | | | | been so, |
| I can see that student, because on the floor you just | | | | But this is real life, this is my life, so my old attitude |
| lay. | | | | must go. |
| Now get moving, no more cruising, it's your body | | | | So will I sit, I most certainly think I shall not, |
| you’ve been losing, | | | | I will be fit, because it's the Pilates bug that I’ve |
| We must and will wake up all the muscles that you | | | | caught. |
| have not been using. | | | | This is fun, so a series of ten I bought, |
| I’m now on machines called Cadillac’s, | | | | Have you seen my bun, I will pilate. |