. Beauty at the Waterslide She stood at the top of the waterslide, Bikini, new curves, wavy hair; Surrounded by boys in their swimmers, Unsure as to why they were there. Moved by some insistent attraction, They’d never quite noticed before; They circled hypnotic and spellbound, By her new magnetic allure. Gone past are her days in the playground, Her skipping with undisguised glee, And soon she’ll be bringing her boyfriends, Back home to meet my wife and me. Time flies, beauty blossoms and ripens, And then with a toss of her head, Her childhood is left long behind her, There stands a grown beauty instead. . . Originally from England, Clive Boddy is a Yorkshireman currently living in Perth, Western Australia. He is a semi-retired academic and has held professorships in Leadership and Management. His numerous publications include two books on the effects of corporate psychopaths on employees, organizations and society; and a single book of poems called Poems of Love and Location.