Are the fairest leagues
Ready?
Have the random kicks of trunks been devised?
Are swimming thighs and splashing shoals--
Even if dangerous, been apprised?
Could the recreationists possibly be that wise?
Just blushing and just
Blushing
And
Sinking coldly with the purpose of drowning
Out of high school
Only to rise,
The creased gangly few
Nuisance youths who, new, know mermaids
And guessed, and wished, and
Made mesh of their ebb-
Capturing chests--
Them, I mean, those few.
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