Pond Versus Swimming Pool

Which lover of swimming pool 
Would begin to feel like a fool
And think lovelier a pond,
Because in it a Swimmer Blonde?
 
And which user of the pool
Would now keep to some stool, 
Until he’s sighted a pond 
Because you’d waved your magic wand?

Then, ahead wave your magic wand
For me to be of diseases fond.
Of the ones wickedly waiting in a pond
And once in us, a lifelong bond…

Then, now and again wave your wand
That should make one bank on a frond
While drowning in a pond…

Your wand! Your wand!
To irreversibly magnet a blonde
That monstrosity reads in a pond.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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