Ode to Piriformis

(from Latin piriformis = "pear shaped")

Like a pear in underwear,
I run from spine to thigh.
Wondrous sacrum to greater trochanter go I.
Normally, no one knows I’m there.

From the sacral plexus’ braid
Nerves come and make my life exciting -
Don’t be afraid,
There’s no pain I’m inviting.

But once in a great while
When nerves running around, above or below me
Cry out, “Sciatica!” It’s wild!
Like they were imprisoned in Attica!

Then cry my rotating brethren,
“Free the prisoners of the piriformis!
Give us back our mild life!”
To all else their cries deafen.

Until, with God’s grace and intelligent touch,
It doesn’t take much - 
I return to Eden and my secret life.
Aligning pelvis and thigh, no more strife.

Again I am a silent partner
to Gluteus Maximus and Obturator
and those other deep ones who rotate the world through the thigh
Oh my Oh my go I
Silent, yet beautiful - like a pear in underwear.