Red Arsed Baboons

Red Arsed Baboon

Long hot summers down at the dams

Mams and dads fussing and tutting, when the kids go wild

You were always the great hunter, with net and jam jar

The scourge of tad poles of the Dam

The sun was so hot,

The cool waters of the Dam so sweet.

We were giddy with love of the day

Sliding down the overflow.

No fancy swimming bath slides

With even fancier fees.

We had natures slide

With horrified look at days end

“What the bloody hell”

Our mam would say

At the sight of shredded shorts

And red raw bums, after sliding all day

The Dams overflow that shredded our shorts

Made all look like the subject of wildlife on one

A real troop of Red Arsed Baboons

©Martin Hickman; April 2013