"NO MORE THE ROSE !"
Poulton Rose is now a sadist
Ev'ry Monday, this our fate is!
Bonus, we have Thursday too
This time with the "Fleetwood Crew"!
Rachel, at her phone is looking
We all wonder: "What's she cooking?"
Something awful with a squat?
Squeeze your cheeks and aching "bott"?
R' arrives, but why's she smiling?
Driving Queen, she's "sev'ral mile-ing"!
Dashing madly, class to class
What an energetic lass?
Time for weights, poor arms extending
Don't forget: "All knees, please, bending!"
Balance weights upon my head?
'Thinking of my true "street cred"?
"Get your benches, "on-and-off-ing"
Listen to poor "poet" coughing
Vary it with manic spins?
Sense of humour always wins?
Brilliant, we are "star-jumping"
I can hear my heart, it's thumping!
Slowing down, use common sense
One hand, balance on a fence? (Later?)
Warming down, with lots of smiling
All of this, of course, we're filing!
Should be standing on my head
Boosting still my "streety cred"!
Session over, spriits soaring
Energy?... I'm almost roaring!
"Thank you, Rachel, we'll be back!"
Rufus, grinning in my sack! (That special bear)