Swim

This poem is about this dad who is upset of his son because he could not swim.

 

I was walking down the streets when I spotted a boy,

I told him what’s his name and he answered “Roy”.

His clothes was very wet,

 And I know it isn’t sweat,

I told him what happened and he told me, “I’ll tell you a story,”

 

“You see, I had this fear of water and my dad got mad,

My Mom calmed him down and she was very sad.

But one day I was thinking and walking by the lake,

I wouldn’t get near it and I heard someone shouted “FOR HEAVEN SAKE”

I knew it was my dad and he threw me in,

I struggle and struggle and he told me to swim,

“You got to swim and learn how to float,” he said,

But I thought a person only floats when he’s dead.

I finally got out and I started to run,

I heard my dad laughing as if it was fun.

I came here in the streets and never want to go back,

It was getting really late and I wanted a snack.

 

I hope you know the situation I’m in

The reason I’m wet, well, let’s just say I went for a swim.