Splash!

Come on in,

The water's just fine!

Tell me friend --

Ever hear that line?

Truth be told,

It's not always so --

Sometimes that blue gold

Can be some kinda cold.

But

You know it shows

No bold try

When those clothes

Are nice and dry.

Please do excuse me, Miss --

I wish to dish you this:

None become soaked

On the boat --

That's a fact

And all she wrote.

Have you heard the word, Sir?

The poolside is reserved

For guys who haven't tried

Or conjured nerve and verve.

Dave can rave and make waves

Or sedately behave

And if Joyce makes the choice,

She'll noisily rejoice.

Chet will fret with regret

For he has yet to get:

"Him" can't swim beyond the brim

Unless willing to get wet.

Shallow end just a shadowing --

Toe-dipper or deeper-leaper?

One's a blooper,

One's a keeper --

Begin, my friend, to dive right in.

© Matt Decker

Author Notes: A Summer Poem

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