Water Parks

Somebody decided

To take a piece of land

And implement a strategy

A capitalist planned

Wherein they’d charge some strangers

A fee for a ticket

To try a lot of fancy ways

To get all cold and wet.

They’d make a lot of slidey things

And fountains you can climb

And lazy lilting rivers

Where you can waste your time

And pools that make big waves

Like the ocean, but controlled.

I don’t know whose idea it was

But I know that I’m sold!

This poem is dedicated to Steven,

The lifeguard at Boulder Beach

Who saved this poet’s glasses

Which had fallen past his reach.

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