Next morning, after a pain-filled sleep
I awoke and took a look.
Hand and arm so swollen
rings left on would not even move.
But, off we went to Rathbun Lake
water skiing, I wanted to learn.
Into the water, with skis close at hand
how to place skis on feet, instruction is now given.
Attempt after attempt, I would not give up
legs and skis flopping to and fro, out of control.
I bet those watching had a great laugh
what you think looks easy, is not that way at all.
In the lake I sat, ready at last
pigeon-toed, feet close together.
Boat started, must pull back on the rope
an absolute necessity, to be breast high.
Onward, the boat charged
giving me the needed speed.
On the skis, I did NOT stand
instead in a squat I stayed.
"I gave it an outstanding try"
I said, with a sigh.
One quarter of a mile
was I, in that squat.
Laughing so hard at this sight
he could not believe his eyes.
In this attempt to water ski
I received a Rathbun Lake douche.
Now, Dick's turn to ski
had done this many times before.
With confidence, into the water he went
leaving ME in conrol of the wheel.
No experience at piloting a boat
into a double wake, he I took.
Upside down, sent him tumbling
several times, head-over-heels.
Now, had I done enough damage?
Smile was gone, a broken leg had he,
Swollen black and blue, and now
in desperate need of a keg, was he.
TO BE CONTINUED