"chlorination" poems
I have invented a sport called Yogates,
What, indeed, is this, if you please?
Why, for you, it is inertia, you see,
You lie under a blanket, only breathe,
You wear what you like in Yogates,
A steady state of not doing,
No, you are not doing Yoga or jogging,
In cute couture like shorties,
You are not swimming in pool or sea,
No chlorination fever for thee or me,
No lycra or spandex triathletes,
No marathons for fluoro funnies,
So, this is multi age or gender, see,
Yes, all you do is lie there and breathe,
Now you can opt to do Yogates,
Or not, it is not compulsory!
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
I dip my toes, blue,
Chlorination fever too,
What am I to do?
I stand, whinge, been told,
Waiting till I should be old,
Man, this water's cold!
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
Drowning in a lake, perhaps to be found or left behind
Feeding what remains with body and mind
Drowning in a pool, a body of chlorination and polution
For even in death the rich are fools and cannot recieve absolution
Drowning in the ocean, returning flesh to old kin
Returning body to the waters to feed whats within
Apr 14, 2024
Apr 14, 2024 at 6:07 PM UTC