Thursday, 11 July 2013

Personification poem T.K.

The Swimming Pool

The entrance counter hands
out tickets for the pools.

Hydroslides swirl and twirl,
scaring everyone into the hot,
 nurturing spas that bubble and
 boil everyone.

Beach balls hop from swimmer
 to swimmer, playing games.

Lanes guard the swimmer gliding
 by for safety.

Whistle yells for the game to begin.
 Waves tumble and turn and
 swallow the swimmers.