I have not composed in quite a while, this could need work. It also needs a title.

Blip and skip thud went the ripple in the pool casting aside only silly fools. 

Crashing along the ponds edge bank the waves echoed anomalously. 

Glimmer of the sun off of the glassy mirror, water reflects you`re inner better. 

The gush of warm simmering air ware has the masses in their underwear. 

Skin glazed with suns golden pringles all the fancy peoples mingle.   

The pavement stimmed like days old porridge miraged in lava-like excitability. 

Brisk are the lips of those looking for a stolen passionate kiss. 

Empty sandals propped up on a picnic table hungry for toes to go and go. 

Drift into slumber gather the memories of those days you wore thunder.