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Up the Pool

Peter Goulding

Sunday, August 24th, 2003

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He stood, arms aloft, on the high diving board,
And he stared at a spot in the distance.
The trick needed skill and he could not afford
To endanger his very existence.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Far, far below, lay a small cardboard box,
Six inches of water within it,
And as he stood waiting in swimsuit and socks,
He knew he’d be down in a minute.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And then with a spring, like a dart he descended,
Exactly the way that he oughta.
And with his sleek arms and bronzed legs all extended,
He landed headfirst in the water.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The crowd gave a gasp and then peered forth to see
The diver completely submerged.
And then, after seconds of sheer agony,
With munificent bow, he emerged.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 From the mad, cheering crowd came a miserable fellow,
Black shirt and black shorts and black socks,
Went up to the swimmer and brandished a yellow,
Because he had dived in the box.

© Peter Goulding 24th August 2003

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/up-the-pool/