The Boy refused to leave the pool,
Despite the weather turning cool,
His fingers and toes were turning blue,
And skin wrinkly and soggy too.
His father told him he had to go home
Or be left in the swimming pool all alone.
With that, The Boy started to moan,
His father let out a great big groan.
His mother listening to all of this,
Could not stand family tiffs,
So off she went, in a great big hurry,
Concentrating on making a supper curry.
The Boy stayed in the pool all night long.
Come morning’s very early light,
His trunks had shrunk, now very tight.
The stubborn boy, was so hungry and cold,
He stared at his body, now looking crinkled and old;
Wishing he had done yesterday, what he’d been told.