The Boating Pond

I got a part-time job of which i"m very fond. It is down at the South Inch at the local boating pond. I help to sell the tickets and call out when they"re done, and in this sunny weather it really is quite fun. There are fifteen rowing boats and paddlers if you must, but there are no sailing dinghy"s the wind here does not gust. The job it needs attention, you have a pen and book. To keep track of everybody, and you have to look... to see that all is well and no one misbehaves. The waters only three foot deep but their life you"d have to save. But on one Saturday, the pond was really busy so much going on my head was really dizzy. I looked into my book. What is a man to do. I could not hurry time there will always be a queue. "Number six your time is up" I called with little choice. Then looked across the water as they ignored my voice. "Number six,"I faintly croaked, "are you doing fine?" and then the penny dropped "In trouble number nine?"