The Mother here and I’m sat here on my decking typing away and instead of writing the post I should be writing, I find myself re-vamping a poem that I wrote in the ‘Wicked World of Lucas’ days. Listening to Lucas and friend having a rare old time in the paddling pool is rather fun although I am convinced that the neighbours think I’m drowning them. Given the shrieks and screams, maybe I should’ve named Lucas ‘Lucy’ and you know that if he ever finds out I’ve written that, I’m gonna be paying for it!
Ode to Paddling Pool Time
When you see the inflated plastic and the sun is out and it’s truly fantastic. You know it’s Paddling Pool time.
When your son’s gone and stripped off outside. His willy, he doesn’t bother to hide. You know it’s Paddling Pool time.
You’re fully aware that he’s weed in the pool but you’re not worried coz hey(!) he’s cool. You know it’s Paddling Pool time.
An Ode for the unfortunate moths that will drown. An Ode to the strange thing floating and turning brown. An Ode to Paddling Pool time.
When your son treats it like a hot tub and invites children over; his own Private Member’s Club. You know it’s Paddling Pool time.
When the Grandparents sit around like Lifeguards and order drinks from you like they’re in the Shard. You know it’s Paddling Pool time.
When the boy wants to eat dinner whilst in the water and you’re feeling like a hotel porter. You know it’s Paddling Pool time.
An Ode to Ice Lollies dripping into the water. An Ode to Dad who has to catch the floater.
An Ode to stained Swimming Trunks. An Ode to Dad who gives the Mother a sneaky dunk.
An Ode to Paddling Pool time………