It was a bright spring day out by the pool We’d gathered together amidst lawn chairs To watch
A somewhat portly Man centered in the water Swirling like Esther Incanting We sipped our ****** wine and smiled cautiously but amused no less.
From the far northern edges came a little Light haired boy dressed like an angel Or perhaps the son Of Poseidon I think the whole point of this had something to do with Poseidon Or some other god of the sea That remained unclear for Me at least
Needless to say, this was a pool A little pool with green astroturf surrounding Piquant with chlorine Not churning and grey. Again, to the north stood the child His son no doubt Who must have been told simply and repeatedly Just go to Daddy in the pool Stand by the side And he will pick you up Hold onto your trident Ok!?
But upon making his move to Daddy the child Misstepped Stumbled Fell And in so doing began to wail Leaving his otherwise stoic father Perplexed and annoyed Astonished His eyes squinting out the sun His performance ending before it ever began
Three women rushed to the little wails The mother scooped her child into her arms Cradling the tears to her ******* Her attendants ran for vanilla ice cream The boy now sated Was resplendent in calm satisfaction
Father left the pool Make-up running down his wet face The child ate his ice cream from the bowl steadfast in his concentration and seeming innocence The mother held her little man The man in charge We stood up and left for more ****** wine Perhaps the Pinot.