No Food Rule
On weekends I work as a guard, protecting swimmers at a pool,
and sometimes I have to be hard, when someone starts acting the fool.
Sometimes my action seems cruel, by anyone crossing the line,
but I am in charge of a rule that the council gave me to assign.
There has been feuding and fighting. Swearing and cursing I’ve heard.
I’ve broken up kissing and biting, and other things that are absurd.
Now I notice some people disturbed, by an incident sure to attract,
and because now this has occurred, the need is for me to re-act.
I saw the attraction so clearly, and this was a terrible crime
that needed me to act sincerely, and I certainly will this time.
A woman is holding her baby, while topless creating interest!
There is no doubt or a maybe; the babe is attached to one breast.
I said to her “Out of the pool! You can’t go doing that here.
We all must abide by the rule, and this one is perfectly clear.”
I think for a minute she thought, I’d committed a sexist attack,
so she replied “I’ll take you to court, and make sure that you get the sack.”
Then she asked, “Who was offended, by me with my breast hanging out?”
That’s when I stood up and defended, for what this orders about,
I said to her “Topless is fine, and that you had broken no rule,
but your baby stepped over the line. No food is allowed in the pool!”
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