A howl of joy rang through the night,
The moon was shining big and bright,
For word had spread through crypts and trees
On rattling bones and spooky breeze:
Par Physical Therapy’s grown!
A second location’s newly known!
The ghosts all cheered—no longer faint,
Their haunting skills had grown quite quaint.
“My floating form’s been feeling weak!
I need some core work—strong, not meek!”
They lined up fast, all wrapped in sheets,
For spine-aligning spooky treats.
The skeletons, with bony grace,
Could hardly keep a steady pace.
Their hips would click, their knees would creak—
Their posture made the vampires shriek!
But now with Par PT’s expansion,
They’ll dance all night without a tension.
And werewolves, too, let out a cheer—
Their transformation time was near,
But lower backs would ache and strain
Each time they switched to wolfish frame.
“We need some stretches, maybe traction!
This PT’s a satisfying action!”
So now they gather, ghoulish, glad,
No creature restless, sore, or sad.
With therapy that’s first-rate, caring,
Their scares are fresh and far less wearing.
So raise a glass (or bony arm)!
This expansion’s caused no harm—just charm.
Happy Halloween—now go get treated!
Even monsters can feel well-defeated.