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Boss of the Pool

Published first by Pine Row Press


All Tilly Koffmann wants to do

Is be boss of the swimming pool

Goggles on, nose plugs in place

I’m hoping she won’t see my face

Despite my guise, there’s no such luck

She’s seen me, oh ballzshit’n’fuck

Her voice cuts through the chlorine smell

You’re late again, I hear her yell

She’s there to greet, she’s there to scold

To direct swimmers young and old

Her cap is white, her togs are brown

Half bowling pin from ribs to crown

I’m almost at the water’s edge

My toes reach for the tiled ledge

The neon blue looks so divine

The water calls, I’m pressed for time

Yoo hoo she calls, I have to stop

Her buoyant boobs bob on top


Come here, she says, my knees must bend

She whispers, like I’m her best friend

Behind her hand she points toward

A flower-cap kicking with a board

That one, she sniffs, she takes all day

I wish she’d get out of the way

And him the sloppy backwards stroke

Someday he’s going to punch some bloke

That one, baldie with the crawl

He’s the most annoying of all

His pace uneven, now fast now slow

I never know which way he’ll go

And you, before you hit your stride

I’ve some advice to grease the ride

Keep those eyes above the line

Your arms in front, your legs behind

Propel those limbs and push on through

I know you’ve got more fire in you

She likes to sort the likes of me

Tilly has no kids you see

We’re goslings to her Mother Goose

She’s locomotive and caboose

She’s had the heat turned up a notch

Queen Guardian Angel Water Watch

The water’s warm, no shock at all

I persevere, break through the wall

You did it! And I have to smile

She’s right. I finally made that mile



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