How dull is life without a splash!
Perched on the edge, they cut a dash:
Thomas, with his Monster Green
And Isabella, pale pink queen.
The Pool is vast, the scene is set
In just a moment, they’ll get wet
As each dives into noisy swell
Unafraid; they both swim well.
But why indoors, when Aussie sun
Beckons now to everyone?
The thing is, harsh rays burn pale skin
Hence the Pool’s the place to swim!
December in S.A. is hot
And danger lurks for tiny tot
So, here our water-nymphs are sent
To frolic to their hearts’ content!
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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