They say abandoned swimming pools are just for drunks and teenaged fools An eyesore, trainwreck, waste of space drained pimples on our city's face. But I say nothing, simply mourn that these pools are so damn forlorn. Once filled with screaming multitudes Summer pals and moonlit nudes Weekend heartbreak lifeguard's chair Sunlight streaming on a pair. Whistle out when lightning sounds Barbequeues and beer abound. The pool's endured throughout the years bare splayed footsteps; toddler's tears. But now it lies, dark drained and streaked Dirt lying where lovers sneaked. It's sentiment for seasons past that brought me towards tonight's repast. Wicker basket, tennis shoes black shirt dark hat jeans: dark blue. Hop a fence and walk alone darkened paths where moonlight shone. Down the ladder, gently pick, to share with this pool a pic-a-nic. Care for some wine? I'd like some too! What pleasure it is to dine with you. To see old friends from times long past Forgotten; the world moves so fast. But I won't let you lie alone I'll sit upon your lifeguard's throne. Whistles, laughter bring back good times White lips turned black with red wine. We're both casualties of some mindless putz progress, age and budget cuts. But tonight is ours to share we feast on cheese and balsam pears Let's make some noise, let's get retarded reMIND this city what it's discarded! Hurled cabernet on shower rooms fly high a flag to show the moon. Stereo and switch to beer slipstep falling on my rear. Howl at the moon, curse at the sky we're all that remember, you and I A tragedy; you know it's true... OK, officer, I'll come with you.