Really Awfully Saturated

There is water on my brain,
While my vision’s gone all foggy,
I have muscles under strain,
And each part of me is soggy.

In these training little swims
For young R, at not quite six yet,
My enthusiasm dims
When in liquid we our kicks get.

And I feel distinctly damp
In environment so splashy –
After all, I am a gramp,
And no longer quite so dashy.

So today we did twelve lengths,
Though it’s sixteen that we aim at,
Swimming’s not among my strengths,
Or a thing that I’ll earn fame at.

But I’m getting left behind,
On each session of our soaking,
And the stroke that I may find
Could be one that has me croaking!

Colonialist March 2014 (WordPress)