Friday 3 June 2011

A Yoga Poem For You...

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Wearing makeup won't make your yoga pose better.
And Lulu tank tops can't make you a trendsetter.

Flirting with the boys doesn't make you a star,
Yoga seriously doesn't really care who you are.

Coming to class early is always great,
Just don't drop your mat like a ten pound weight.

The room is silent, and yes that means YOU!
If you can't a put a sock in it, maybe my fist would do?

If you spend all class fixing your breasts,
Don't complain when you can't keep up with the rest.

Toes together, or hip width apart.
Are two different things to learn right from the start.

When the teacher suggests adjustments, listen to what they say.
It's likely that you need it, and it could make your day.

Yoga loves you for just trying to be there,
It doesn't matter when you screw up, and believe me, none of us care.

It's ok to look at others, or look for advice and directions.
But staring is just wrong, especially for boys who get erections.

We are all sweaty and gross, and dripping wet.
But don't rush out of the room...Savasana is the only quiet some of us get.

Tiptoeing won't hurt you, and rushing is rude.
Leave softly, and quietly....and we'll all be in good moods.

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