Last week I posted about my experience in boot camp and how the teacher kicked my trash. This week was no different so I wrote another poem. My bum doesn't hurt as bad but there a certain drill that was so funny and embarrassing to do I just had to write about it. The drill was to imitate jumping over a hurdle, but everyone looked so funny and jerky that I nicknamed the move the "herky-jerky." For those of you who don't know what a "herky" is, it is a cheer leading move that is similar to jumping over a hurdle. It was awful and we had to do it twice. Baaa... I can't even imagine what next week's class will entail.
Don’t feel sad. Don’t feel glum.
Boot camp is here to kick your bum.
Getting my heart rate up
By jogging from side to side in a mini gallop.
Now jump! Jump! Jump! Over that imaginary hurdle.
The sound of the landing could be mistaken for a herd of cattle.
I try to hold your head still
As it is flopping all over. I am not kidding, for real.
I should have tucked in my shirt
Exposing my love handles isn’t my idea of a good flirt.
My cheeks are jiggling like riding in a jet
A feeling I will not soon forget.
Finally we are done and I am homeward bound…
But reminded that during the Herky-Jerky I can only get 6 inches off the ground.
1 comment:
Love your poem!!!
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