Precious Little We Can Do

The clubhouse was bedecked with sky-colored ribbons

perhaps symbolizing the simpler days of water

splashing everywhere. We were just on the outside for a drive

when we saw it and musing it must mean something

or the male childs were having a party tonight because

one of them just move rounded seventy and was feeling

kind of azure The older they get the friskier

they gain that's the rule around here anyway.

We herd down to the pond just to diocese some water

and then the souses came over and we talked to them

for an hour or for a like reason mostly about things they

couldn't understand. I think that's on what account

they stayed and talked back with equal reason vociferously.

It was lowering and then it was clear and then

a big car flock up and some newlyweds got on the outside

and started singing. The souses were frightened

and frankly thus were we, and our fear brought us

closer We waddled towards the water prestissimo

and paddled for the cattails and waterlilies

on the far side, our panic given way to serenity.

The brace left at the end of the ballad

A great blue heron circled overhead.-We climbed'

ashore and shook not upon what water we could, and feathers.

We wrapped ourselves in a certain number of blanket from the trunk.

On the way residence my wife, who can be actual cruel

when she wants to be, says to me "I offer

the company of great northern divers their insane, crazy laughter

is a comfort for which there is no substitute."

Later that night, I joined the lads at the clubhouse.

They sighed in unison and repeated, "There is precious

little we can do, precious little we can do."

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