My favorite sport, the one I like, changes blonde hair green.
And, even with a shower, I smell,
Strongly of chlorine.
The hardest part is getting in, s-l-o-w-l-y I will creep.
Other times, I spare the "pain,"
With just one daring leap.
Freestyle down, backstroke back, breaststroke, here and there;
For butterfly, without my fins,
I'm flailing in despair.
Of all the suits I've purchased, I've never found one "flattering."
Perhaps that's why my lane is cleared;
With other swimmers, scattering.