The pool dilemma

The pool won’t clear what a to do

Have now tried Chemicals of every sort and hue

Have hovered the bottom and used particulate

I think it’s now chemical soup, is that a mistake

It’s now blue but milky, can’t make it shift

Called in the experts they didn’t change the drift

Standing round the pool they stood and scratched their heads

Tested the water nothing to report, trying special cleaning threads

All comes to naught

Frustration building, time to try a totally different tack

Throw off the clothes try a mystic attack

It’s one in the morning, it’s dark in the night

Don has his torch, drawing spells in its light

The cloudiness clearing his pool will appear

He’s chanting and gesticulating looking quite queer

His alchemy working in the morning light

The grin on his face pure delight.