Zumba Rumba Baboomba

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