Our only male PT Matt
Was feeling rather flat
Till he met his girlfriend Kelly
Now he's got lots on his plate
He stays up really late
Playing games with funny names on the telly
Our lovely CSA called Heather
Was feeling a little under the weather
So off to town she scoots
At number one shoes
She banishes the blues
And buys a pair of lovely purple boots
Linda is our other CSA
In to work so early she comes to play
She cleans out cupboards and microwaves
And often has a clue
To questions about what's due
And enjoyrs helping people stay out of their graves
In East there's a PT called Amber
Who through the bush does clamber
On a wet Friday morning last week
She flew the flag
So that no one would lag
And was heard to let out a shriek
Another PT at East is our Nicky
Whose fingers never were sticky
She ran her first course BabyCHAT
It was so much fun
That this honeybun
Wondered where it was at
Here's to our wonderful Anna
Does she play the pianner?
Or is it the flute, the drum or recorder?
No matter, she tells great jokes
To old, young, girls and blokes
And I think she might be a hoarder
Now here is a PT named Heidi
Whose desk was always so tidy
She takes music at K'lah
With her hair so long
In music and song
And with PORSE she will go far!!
Tanya is our coach
She is no cockroach
In Fiji for her hols recently
She went for a tan
With her wonderful man
And returned in weeks numbering three
And now our new PT Kristen
To this gal we all need to listen
She's been here for three years
With answers a plenty
She's not much past 20
And can quell anyone's fears
Our other PC is called Teena
She has lunches that never looked meaner
From fried rice to risotto
Her son wee Koby is cool
He recently started at school
Can't wait to see Santa in his grotto
And here's our pop up coach Emma
She had a real dilemma
When she fell and broke her arm
But would she stay home
No, she worked like a gnome
And has probably done herself harm
(And here's my verse about Suzy)
She sure ain't no flussey
She works from her suitcase
Jokes are her bit
Jokes are her bit
She writes poems with her wit
And she keeps us laughing in this place
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