In The Pool
In the hot summertime days, the best place for a kid to play,
Is in the swim pool where the water is so cool during the day.
This poem relates to experiences I had as a very young boy,
Swimming there in the pool with lots of my friends to enjoy.
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In The Pool
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When I was a young lad so wild and free in that Phillips town,
Each summer we spent most of our days acting like clowns.
We had a very nice sized pool with a ten cent fee at the door.
We walked to the pool and swam each day from noon until four.
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I just love to swim.
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They had a wooden diving board with lots of bouncy spring,
We perfected our directional splash dive, the pool water to fling,
By bouncing once and grabbing one knee with one leg straight,
Then leaning backwards in the direction the splash to create.
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Let’s splash those dry women on that wooden bench.
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We could shoot a splash a full twenty feet clear over the fence,
When ladies came and sat by the wall there on the wood bench,
We would hit that diving board and aim a big splash at them.
They would scream and holler all wet, then go to the other end.
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My cousin Scott had this thing he did at the pool for some sport.
He would sneak up behind you and pull down your swim shorts,
Right down to your knees exposing your twanger for all to see.
I usually turned so red yelling loud when he sometimes did it to me.
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Heh, heh, heh, got you again Billy.
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The high school girls wore two piece swim suits right in style,
The tops tied behind their backs in a cute little bow so very agile.
This high school kid named Donny Gaines would sneak up behind,
Pulling the bow strings allowing their big soft boobs to shine.
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Watch out girl, Donny is in the pool today.
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When he was there at the pool, I followed him around real close,
Hoping to get a peek at those boobs in that bare nipple pose.
Those summer days that I spend there at the swimming pool,
Brought lots of fun for young boys that was just so very cool.
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Sometimes I had gas from eating brown beans that very day,
When my stomach began a big rumble in that old familiar way
I would swim below one of the girls my age in deep end of the pool,
And let that big old fart rip under there just like a very young fool.
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Before those bubbles hit the surface, I had come up far away,
Looking back to see her reaction to that bean fart that did stay.
She would hold her nose with her hand moving way on back,
Trying so hard to recover from that terrible bean fart gas attack.
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Sometimes we did cannon balls after springing high on the board,
Jumping so very high in the air that it seemed like we did soar.
We hit that water with our butts with such a strong driving force,
That it sometimes gave us an enema that soon ran its course.
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Cannon Ball.
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We were just young boys acting up some like boys often do,
Having lots of fun playing there enjoying the pool activities too.
I hope I didn’t gross you all out too bad telling you what we did,
But I wouldn’t change a thing we did in that pool as a little kid.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading In The Pool,
Bill