Lined up in a row ready to swim.
Tiger’s eyes determined & grim.
They know every move; left & right.
They have worked years to keep it tight.
Formations set to bloom with flesh.
Tandem pyramids as they mesh.
Starting gun fires & all do lurch.
What’s gone wrong? All present eyes search.
Heads being scratched in heavy think.
These girls are here to swim in sync.
“There will be water”, none have thunk…
But this pool’s bare, so, none are sunk.

