Fatties can't jump?

Mom's had enough
It's time she act tough
To church she will head
While Dad puts kids to bed

With cheers she is greeted
One more player was needed
On the court she finds a place
Where she will do the least waste

The ball starts to fly
As she tries not to die
Some women can jump
Mom feels like a stump

The score she does keep
Because it's really not deep
She's learned the new rules
And she tries to act cool

When it's her turn to serve
She has quite the nerves
Takes them all by surprise
Because she really did try

It went over the net
One point did SHE get
She gives one more try
And the ball starts to die

She shouldn't have hit it
Her toss was not with it
Into the net it did go
And the game kept it's flow

The net was her new home
She tried not to moan
'round in circles she did turn
As her brain cells did burn

She tried to look hip
As she performed quite the tip
They all tried not to be stunned
She was having such fun

Someone should have warned her
That as she got older
All of those bodily lumps
Meant that she shouldn't jump

The next day was so poor
Because she was so sore
Addicted she became
Though she wasn't the same

Every week now she goes
Not to make any foes
She's made several friends
Who matter in the end

If nothing else she does gain
A night out simple and plain
Plus a few calories burned
And a new lesson learned

If you do keep the score
And leave home all your bore
The talented forgive you
And still hit it to you.