Here I bask by a bright poolside
Watching a cute neighbor of mine
Dip poorly-painted toes in water
Too cold for her
And her buxumous chest.
This is the fifth time.
She’ll then walk about the edge,
Never getting in
Tugging at the butt of her racerback swimsuit
And forcing my ponderance on why she came to the pool
To not get in the pool.
Then I wonder if she’s showing off
To pick up lonely guys –
To lure away that cliche niche group
Who go for pouring thighs.
These are further ponderances –
Until I remember that “ponderance”
Is corrected in Microsoft Word as “penetrance,”
And so my ponders then call him.
Yes, there’s nothing I despise
More than precedented Wood;
That Willie’s stiff intent
Means my Will is now kaput.
This time, the boner hails me first
With pride in his salute –
“A boning state of mind, my friend,
Is mankind’s cursed repute.”
“Begone!” I say, and blow on it,
Which only makes it stronger.
“We’re at the pool, I’m watching a girl –
Cease your protrusion, dastardly donger!”
“You’re not watching the girl, you’re judging her
For not getting in the pool
When you yourself have lay here all day,
Only swimming in drool.”
“I came here to suntan!” – to parry his blow –
He shrugs it off with a thrust.
“If that was your game, you’d suntan at home
And forget the sweet sway of her bust.
That’s right, you adventurous voyeur;
Tits are the kick in your run!
What is life without light from an angelic face?
What is fun in the sun without buns?”
I concede that the boner is right, for once –
Beach sans bikinis? A bore.
So he and I watch her give five more attempts
‘Til she finally dives from tiled shore.
I rise to jump in and join her,
But his rise compels me to stay;
I had let that damned boner bask a little too long
And now his parasol’s pitched for the day.
Morning's Early Dark 