Two tiny tots
Named Rosie and jack
Raced to the revolving doors
With sports bags on their back
The were so exited
'Bout a morning at the pool
Jack had been just twice before
But Rosie, not at all.
They manoeuvred obligingly
To climb into their suits
Then as their mums locked up their stuff
The two were in cahoots
In between plans
About what, we'll never know
They made their way to pool side
Mums cried 'steady as you go'
Jack asked his friend
'Rosie, can you swim? '
She said 'Don't know, I've never tried.
I'll see when I get in'
'I can'
he boasted.
But really he could not
His goggles made his ears stick out
As in the pool he got.
Rosie followed after
The water wasn't cold
She seemed not to be anxious
And the side she didn't hold
Jack splashed his arms
Yet his feet stayed on the bottom
Rosie shouted 'swim then jack!
.. Or have you forgotten? '
Jack got cross
His arms just flapped and flailed
He tried to lift his feet again
But hopelessly he failed
Rosie pondered quietly
The cogs in her head spinning
And then with out a warning
She had a go a swimming
And do you know what?
She swam right up to jack
And Both mums jaws dropped open
As she turned and swam right back
No one could explain
Where on earth she'd got those skills
Perhaps in her last life
She was an animal with gills!
Having always been the chubby kid I have found myself to be somewhat of a human floatie: -) This poem is another peek into the creative genius of Stevie: -)
This is fantastic Stevie. I as a reader watched it all. really I was anxious about their swimming ability. I love the way this poem started and ended. You did not give time to your readers to stop and drink some water to wet their throats. Fantastic Stevie. The rhythm and the words. Real artist you are. and I will call it poet's photography. You have presented the whole scene artistically. and the water not so cold........................ Felt it. 'I can' he boasted. But really he could not His goggles made his ears stick out As in the pool he got. hahahahah Fabulous
Swimming is inherent I think, although I was never any good at it. Clever write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done Rosie! And a cute little poem Stevie. I love the fifth verse.