Out comes the paddling pool.A Poem by OnlymeOut comes the paddling pool into the garden, it goes. The heat wave is on. The hosepipe to fill it up. And in the kids go, laughing and joking and having a grand old time. They also have a couple of water soaker guns. Running after each other and their parents too soaking them with each and every trigger pulled. Grandma is in the corner sit out the way. Making sure she does not get soaking wet. Chuckling away to herself. Grandad is at the barbeque and cooking up a storm with Dad. The smell is making me so dam hungry. My Mum is talking to a neighbour across the dividing fence. The sun is shining and no cloud are forecasted for the rest of the weekend ahead.
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