Master P Theatre Presents....

a while back, i wrote an off-the-cuff poem about a foot massage parlour.
it was quick & dirty (the poem, not the parlour), yet still received at least one request for an encore.
i won't out the lover of poetry in the ranks, just in case not everyone shared his/her enthusiasm.
but hey, i had fun throwing it together, so it would be my pleasure to create something new.

to start, i need some inspiration.
i can't just sit down and rock out some prose like it ain't no thing.
something magical or majestic needs to take hold of me to spin my lyricist ways.
today, being a slow sunny Monday, i replaced work & adventure with respite by the Bamboo Grove apartments' community pool for a couple of hours. i suppose that'll have to do.
and so, it begins.

Bamboo sunnin',
that hot summer's comin',
this is the way that we play.

sitting cool by the pool,
did i mention teacher hours rule?
too bad i can't say the same about the pay.

shirt's off, we're skins
as the iPod record spins,
but please don't get carried away.

as my body's still burnin'
while the world be turnin',
damn 7-11 & their spray.

let's see...what else can i rhyme...?
oh, here's some more -

babies are floatin',
mothers are doting,
a little girl be trying, but all she do is crying.

sweat building + heat rising,
may need to dip my lower left five in,
to see how the water is today.

"my word that's refreshing!",
i exclaim after testing.
it's official now - daddy's gonna get wet.

make way, everybody,
time for pool to meet pardy,
flip 'em over, i'm about to go all-in.

don't mean to be a miser,
but this includes you, lady in huge-ass pink visor.
sure that hat is so lame, it wouldn't even be funny at a dog poker game.
(to clarify, i'm talking about the classic picture of the dogs playing poker....not being mean about her looks).

a leap & a bound,
i'm off the ground,
plunging through that well-chlorinated blue.

my favourite stroke, you may ask?
it's very simple, don't laugh.
never one to be guile, i prefer my paddle doggy-style.

where's this flowin' about to be goin',
perhaps best to gas, before it gets too crass?
one more rhyme on a dime, then thankfully - quitting time.

and so i close & say sorry,
to those who may think it obscene,
to spend this time rappin' about la piscine.
for i completely agree,
it's even buggin' me,
that's it, this poem is over.

and so too is this post.