At the Chaska Center, a swim so grand,
Where rules are sung like a merry band.
Every five minutes, a rule reminder rings,
While kids cannonball, as if they had wings.
In the three-foot section, they make a splash,
Running around, in a wild, wet dash.
Some follow rules, others just ignore,
A pool of chaos, yet fun galore.
Shirts on in water, though it's not the norm,
Kids defy physics, in a watery storm.
Displacing gallons, with each cannonball dive,
In the shallow end, where excitement's alive.
But oh, those flippers, they're strictly banned,
"Don't dare to wear them!" is the loud command.
Yet, that rope over there, you mustn't touch,
Rules like these, they're a bit too much.
Watch full kids leap, a hair's breadth from harm,
Almost cracking skulls, causing silent alarm.
They jump and they splash, in carefree delight,
In the Chaska pool, where chaos is right.
So come for a swim, in this rule-laden place,
Where order and mayhem, both share the space.
A comedy of sorts, in each splash and dive,
At Chaska's open swim, where the wild rules thrive.