Summer Poem

On a hot summer day,
the place to play
is no doubt
the swimming pool.

Smelling the hotdog stand,
with squirt gun in hand,
taking on your friend in a duel.

You step up to the board
to try some dives
the bees right behind in a hoard.
Disturbed from their hive,
you send send them a jive,
before leaping back into the pool.

You hear the tweet of a wistle,
and look up at the guard,
who's conviced she's very ofissal.
She looks at you hard,
but she's no threat,
while she's up on her stool.

You've got no cares,
just lawn chairs,
and sliced pairs,
and definitely no thoughts of school.

On a hot summer day,
the place to play,
is no doubt
the swimming pool.