PARODY Poem: Yoga Pants, by Mimi Whittaker

To the tune of Yesterday-With apologies to Paul McCartney

Yoga pants
I spend half my life in yoga pants
don’t do yoga, I don’t even dance
oh, I just live in yoga pants

Wintertime
cold outside but I don’t have to freeze
Used to garden in my dungarees
but yoga pants have set me free

Yoga pants
at the wash –I give a lonesome glance
in my robe it’s just an awkward stance
waiting for my yoga pants

My best years ahead
I have thrown out all my jeans
no more
zips and snaps
I’ve made peace with my ice cream

Ring the bell
friends at the door and I just have to tell
all the glories of my circumstance
oh I believe in yoga pants