My hubby has been watching the children go down the flume at our local pool so after our swim today he decided he wanted a go. It was very funny.

Today is the day for our weekly swim.
An aid to keeping healthy hearts.
We duly completed the allotted lengths
With all the energy we could impart.
Then my hubby whispered in my ear
He’d wanted to do something for years,
Take a turn on the flume like the youngsters do
And alleviate all of his fears.
I was quite shocked as he’s not so young
And the experience could make his pulse stop,
But off he went stumbling up the steps
Till he appeared in the queue at the top.
I could hardly watch as this aged swimmer
With quivering hands grasped the rail,
And as he lowered himself into the flume’s bucket
He had suddenly turned quite pale.
There was no turning back, he had to go
Then he remembered when he was a boy,
How he would propel himself with abandonment
On a jaunt that would fill him with joy.
So with a good hard push he launched himself
On a dark and tortuous ride.
As he flew down the chute shedding numerous years
He was flung about from side to side.
Onward he skimmed with a twist and a turn
On his back, his front and his head,
Till he was rudely spewed out all arms and legs
With a face both startled and red.
He lay there a while to regain some control
Then staggered giddily to his feet
And with a great big grin he happily declared
It was an adventure he would not repeat.
Christine
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