Zumba on Zoom
I do Zumba on Zoom in my small sitting room.
We no longer meet up face to face.
I nearly fall over the brown leather sofa
There’s really not quite enough space.
If only there was, just a bit more room ‘cause
I keep bashing my hand on the light.
When I raise my arms high, I have to ask why
It was fitted at just the wrong height.
One day we’ll be free of the virus, you’ll see.
We’ll all be together once more,
All dancing as one, having buckets of fun
And sharing the village hall floor.
But until that day I must shimmy and sway
On my carpet in my little bubble.
Thank goodness for Zoom in this time of such gloom
It’s keeping me happy and supple.
