Seriously, though ...

[Pilgrim]

Seriously, though …

A maiden named Sue,
having nothing to do
when her housework was done,
took up yoga for fun.

"I will try not," she said,
as she stood on her head,
"to think about falling,
or the milkman come calling."

And she stayed thus inverted
(to yoga converted)
for the rest of the day,
till the light slipped away.

She was happy to stare
at her feet in the air;
to contemplate prana
and dream of nirvana.

But the press of her blood
turned her brain into mud,
and her yogic elation
to loss of sensation.

Then her eyeballs protruded
like marbles extruded;
her teeth gnashed about
till at length they fell out.

And later that night
her poor soul took fright;
bade a hasty goodbye,
and left her to die.

'Twas the milkman who said,
as he cradled Sue's head,
"The inventor of yoga
was truly an ogre."