In summer, relatives appear like locust,
Your swimming pool becomes thier focus,
You try with your might,
To be so polite,
Wish they'd disappear, Hocus-Pocus!

First to arrive is Uncle Bob,
With eight children and no apparent job,
They smile with delight,
As they sate thier appetite,
I think I am going to sob!

And then there is Aunt Lulu,
Being stylish while entering the pool,
She jumped with a hop,
And away flew her top,
I can tell you, that wasn't too cool!

A visit from third cousin Greer,
Perspiring ninety percent beer,
The pools not the same,
And I know whose to blame,
The waters now yellow, not clear!

Next summer when the family arrives,
Ready for thier swims and dives,
I'll hand each a hoe,
To work the garden I'll grow,
Where the pool was, the vegetables will thrive!