Author's note: So many people tell me that sports are good for you... Usually, they are the people who think sports is everything in their lives and somehow, they never, EVER, seem to be able to think that some people (like ME!) might not enjoy it at all... So this is the view of a person, who would rather sit down and think up silly peoms or haiku's than run around in the sportshalls...:

From the point of view of someone who dislikes P.E.

P.E. is torture
And I will tell you why in
This little haiku...

Bell rings, telling you
To go to the sportshalls in
Other side of town...

As you arrive there
Through the freezing cold, you see,
That the doors are closed...

You shriek in anger
And shake your fist, realised,
It started raining...

Waiting for quarter
Of hour for teach to arrive...
Bastard came in car...

After he shoved you
Inside of the lockerroom,
It's time to get changed...

Running around in
The big, vast halls of doom, and,
Of course, no return...

Reflecting on your
Choice, you wonder: Why did I
Take self defense class?

Running, frog hopping,
Jumping, push and sit ups, and
He is still not done...

Endless drills of kicks
And punches, muscles getting
Tired... He's merciless...

Dragging your sorry
Ass through last minutes, thinking:
It'll be over soon...

Bell rings, you rejoice
Just survived the torturing...
Bring on muscle ache...