Yesterday I was runnin’ round, doin’ what needed doin’,
When school phoned me up to say, ‘Girl, your son’s head needs gluin’!’
Took him to the hospital to get it stuck and stop the leak,
The nurse already knew us and said, ‘We’ll see you againÂ next week.’
See, eldest son is clumsy andÂ can fallÂ over fresh air,
But he wasÂ bleeding on his uniform and needs to take more care.
See, to cause me extra washing, is a very selfish act,
And he really must try harder to keep his head intact.
He knows that this week I’ve been doing P90X,
And that there’sÂ a fair amount ofÂ pain in every muscle flex.
It’s a shame that housework can’t be doneÂ but every little turn
Turns my legs to jelly and makes my ass cheeks burn.
Laughter hurts my tummy muscles, unbeknown to our pre-schooler,
Who came downstairs last night and did something even crueler.
We were watchin’ ‘Africa’ (our exercise was flaggin’),
And he spied a most unfortunate bit – with two elephants shaggin’.
Hubby explained it nicely, ‘having a wrestle’s what they’re doin”,
Then we turned it over quickly, to find more suitable viewin’.
We planned on havin’ water and salad for our evening meal,
ButÂ sacked offÂ ‘shoulders and back’Â andÂ wine and curry sealed the deal.
January was the month in which weÂ wanted to abstain
But with three kids it’s like a marathon and we’re gonna have to train.
Tonight I’m back on it, but, jeezÂ and ‘Aye, carumba!’
It’s gonna take a pelvicÂ floor of steel ‘cosÂ it’s only bleedin’ Zumba! 🙂Tags: Aye Carumba!, humour, P90X, rap, songs, Zumba