Wendyfeb21swingroundabout

The swing said to

The roundabout

I go up and down,

You go sideways,

Round and round.

That way, said the roundabout,

Rather grim, we cover

everything.

What do you

See up there?

The sun, the clouds,

A bird pecking at a worm.

It feels like spring.

Here come the children,

Moaned the roundabout,

They will all jump on me

At the same time, push

Me faster,

Faster

Until

Until

One falls off.

Wendy Atkinson