Swimming in my Pants
The last time they forgot to pack my swimming trunks
I went in the pool in my underpants.
I don’t think anyone noticed, apart from me,
but trunks are a basic requirement. Absolute necessity.
So, just to help out, I made them a list:
What do you think? It goes like this:
Trunks, clean pants, towels.
Shampoo, clean socks, goggles.
Locker coin, cash for a snack -
this is what you need to pack.
It didn’t go down well. The reason I could tell
was they took my bag down from the shelf
and said:
Think you’re so clever? … Well pack it yourself!
(At this point I thought I’d better back-track -
if only because they pay for the snacks!)
I went in the pool in my underpants.
I don’t think anyone noticed, apart from me,
but trunks are a basic requirement. Absolute necessity.
So, just to help out, I made them a list:
What do you think? It goes like this:
Trunks, clean pants, towels.
Shampoo, clean socks, goggles.
Locker coin, cash for a snack -
this is what you need to pack.
It didn’t go down well. The reason I could tell
was they took my bag down from the shelf
and said:
Think you’re so clever? … Well pack it yourself!
(At this point I thought I’d better back-track -
if only because they pay for the snacks!)
This poem is copyright (©) Lesley James 2024
About the Writer
Lesley James
Lesley writes for young people and less young people. Many of her stories and poems for children are set in Lesley’s Garden, where a cast of birds, beasts and minibeasts live. She loves playing with words - rhythms, rhymes, tongue-twisters - and telling real tales. Nothing is more funny, thrilling or entertaining than the real life you can see from your own window.
