Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Three Way Wet

Swimming was one of summer joys.

Down to the nearby creek we'd go,

The three of us neighborhood boys,

A splishing, splashing water show.

Sisters and other girls were not

Allowed to be a part of this.

They never seemed to care a lot,

And left us alone in wet bliss.

Our folks did not seem to mind.

How much trouble could we get in?

We were innocent fun inclined,

Water on ev'ry inch of skin.

Taking a formal bath, no way,

But we'd go swimming any day.