The Great White Whale

When I was young
like seven or eight
my dad would take us down to the pond
where we burned our necks
and buried our legs
snacking on Kraft cheese and de-crusted white bread

When disciplined for wading too deep
I section off a piece of the pond
and corralled the minnows
sweeping my feet
into the kingdom I'd built for their safety
but they always escaped from my pond
I made a lousy king
I couldn't save them from The Big Sink

When the pond was too big for us kids
my father became the Great White Whale
and Meagan and I would hold fast to his fins
and bask in the splash from his tireless tail

A long way out
much to our surprise
we saw some women off in the distance
my father told us to cover our eyes
until we'd passed the beach where the girls lye

But I always had to peak
I made a lousy son
my White Whale filled with grief
and the pond won.

When the pond was to big for us kids
my father became the Great White Whale
and Meagan and I would hold fast to his fins
and bask in the splash from his tireless

When our father drowned
we looked and looked
we cried and cried
we shook and shook
but he never rose
and we found our feet
kicking towards the nudist beach

When the pond was too big for us kids
my father became the Great White Whale
and Meagan and I would hold fast to his fins
and bask in the splash from his tireless