Some Summer Salt

Come on in, 
The water's just fine!

Tell me friend --

Ever hear that line?

Truth be told

It's not always so --

Sometimes that blue gold

Can be some kinda cold.

But

You know it shows

No bold try

When those clothes

Are nice and dry.

Please do excuse me, Miss --

I wish to dish you this:

None become soaked 

On the boat --

That's a fact

And all she wrote.

Have you heard the word, Sir?

The poolside is reserved

For guys who haven't tried

Or conjured nerve and verve.

Dave can rave and make waves

Or sedately behave

And if Joyce makes the choice

She'll noisily rejoice.

Chet will fret with regret

For he has yet to get:

"Him" can't swim beyond the brim

Unless willing to get wet.

Shallow end just a shadowing --

Toe-dipper or deeper-leaper?

One's a blooper

One's a keeper --

Begin, my friend, to dive right in.

© Matt Decker