My gym has a gaggle of classes
There’s spinning, plex pump, and tai chi
Zumba is the class that caught my eye
My Sis says it helps her be free
I started with Zumba on Wednesday nights
Our teacher is named Lily Sascha
She has bright purple and pineapple hair
And, whoa, does she know how to cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha to the left
Cha-cha-cha to the right
Rock-step forward, rock-step back
Hands reach high, birds in flight
There are only two men in our Zumba class
Just me and this angular guy
We’re neither in first-class Zumba shape
Compared to the rest, we’re un-spry
Lean to the left side, arms aloft
March in place, fast-fast-fast-fast
Dig your left heel, dig your right toe
Whirl around, life is a blast
Zumba involves your legs and your arms
I can’t keep my mind on two things
I struggle to get my footwork right
But my arms flop around like dead wings
Push still harder, keep on going
Stamp your feet right through the floor
Wave those arms with wild abandon
Hop two jumps, then hop two more
Some Zumba moves are beyond me
To swivel my hips is a bust
I worry my core has atrophied
Or maybe just coated in rust
Salsa, merengue, and hip-hop
Raggaeton and cumbia too
Toss in some soca and cha-cha
All these Latin steps, who ever knew
Our class lasts a full sixty minutes
By twenty I’ve broken a sweat
My knees get sore around forty-five
The last few are Russian Roulette
Slow the pace and cool down
Arms wave gently to and fro
Stretch each leg so far behind
Feel your muscles ebb and flow
Right now I’m the klutziest person in class
But with time there’s a hope I’ll improve
Whatever the case, I say Zumba is great
Some day I will be in the groove
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