(inspired by “Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout Would not Take the Garbage Out” by Shel Silverstein)
In the tiny town of Oklahoma Cool,
May Marcus Rosie Stool
would not cover up the pool.
She clipped the hedge,
mowed the lawn,
but the cover
she would only yawn.
She said there’s not enough time in the day
to clip the hedge and mow the lawn
and also make that awful yawn.
Oh, that Mary Marcus Rosie Stool,
she would not cover up the pool.
And soon the pool turned milky, misty,
and still that girl stayed rather prissy.
Leaves collected, brown and lean,
and the water turned a murky green.
Cobwebs, mildew , dust and mold,
But Mary would not do as told.
The filter net stayed out of sight
and even throughout all the night
piled up the sticks of brooms and hairs-of-mops,
and even some bright pink flip-flops.
The pile of the pool rose through the garage door
‘till you could see the water no more.
It circled the world 25 times
full of bugs and bones and greenish slimes.
Mary Marcus Rosie Stool was now a teen
so tall and lean
and finally she said to her mother,
“Okay! I’ll take that dumb old pool,
And put on that old cover!”
But she was so, so very late,
Mary had a full plate!
The cover had rotted away.
now you know the story of Mary Marcus Rosie Stool,
who would not cover up the pool,
In the tiny town of Oklahoma Cool.