Party at Luna Park
by Jenny Erlanger
The party was great.
I’ve got so much to tell
but I can’t do it now,
I’m not feeling too well.
I don’t want to chuck
but I know that I will.
Is it something I ate
that is making me ill?
The frankfurts and sauce
can’t have made me feel bad.
The ten that I ate
were the best that I’ve had.
And it wasn’t the chips
that I had as a snack
as we all raced around
on the dodgem car track.
It might have been what
I was drinking instead,
that bottle of stuff
that was fizzy and red
that I drank when my mouth
was all dried up inside
after screaming so much
on the Gravitron ride.
Or could it have been
what I had as a treat,
something I’ve wanted
forever to eat,
that mountain of fairy floss
stuck to a stick?
Quick, pass me the bucket,
I’m going to be sick.
First published in “Giggles and Niggles” (Haddington Press, 2007)
You really understand children and what interests them and how they act and interact, Jenny. I really like this one!
Great poem!
Ha ha ha ha! Excellent poem, Jenny! I really enjoyed it! Makes me feel queasy just thinking about it!
I really like this poem. It I something all kids can relate to, and it brings up some terrible memories in us older kids (forgive the awful pun)