Swimming Days of Roscoe

Swimming days of Roscoe…

I’ve never done it as some have said at whim
But really always loved my morning swim
And surely state it’s not lie, but true fact
Young ladies and coy men did my dive attract
Oh and dare I say, that most would warmly clap
At what’s now known, as my prides belly flap

My dream was as littlest bird in flight
The day they saw, this calamitous sight
Boldly with scant regard of belly bladder
I began my climb to the top of the ladder
It was insistence, of mad and roaring hoard
That I went on to edge, of highest board

It is with honest hand’s grip now guiding me
I’ll tell not of hero or sweet little bird dainty
No it must be written without fear or contrition
The story of my day, as jumbo sized apparition
Happening just as I would have taken wing on air
I saw this red haired beauty’s devilish stare

So with mind and eye most keenly affected
And feet forgot and slightly misdirected
To put it rather politely, off coarse was I blown
Admitting now my body larger, was off into an unknown
What simple twist or wrenched action could save me now
Body’s below scattered, some would swear to flying cow

Yes more time for a body of this size was needed
And scream suppressed my mind and muscles pleaded
That both grace and red headed vixen would disappear
Was not at this moment my most gravest of fear
But sure that no body of angels would help me descend
The scream erupted as mind became more sure of end

While twisting and turning in air, with no support
Now I readily with no little reluctance report
That swiftly I reached an embarrassing junction
Now came the horrid time I’d lose bodily function
And now I’m treated with most crassest disdain
That I am the person who left, that stinking stain

Getting back to my body crept upon by stealth fat
And hurling through air not quite like sleekest cat
Forgotten now all thoughts of line and grace
More than a little worried about landing on face
Now terror we know can give energy to burn
And somehow to safe face, this lump I would turn

So now I was sure of no entry with hand an head
And split second concern of not ending up dead
I enter the water with what best, slows me down
Not caring that I look to them like the clown
Two feet under and my lungs with water soon filled
All thoughts of strength and youth that soon killed

Feeling now both my pride and lungs had exploded
I surfaced to jeers from the ones who had goaded
Reaching safety of land, gasping flat on my back
And obviously a body’s big muscles incredibly slack
Contact with the water thank god ended my fall
But an end to this horror would be never at all

Somewhat soothing the fact, all ended trite smelly
That fateful day, I would enter, our pool with my belly

Red head spells danger…