Hoisted
A wonderful contraption,
it’s the very best of toys,
a funfair installation
but without the added noise.
I grab the bar above me
and I launch straight off the chair.
I sway my legs a little
till I’m whizzing through the air,
I’m gripping really tightly
as I whirl above the ground.
I swing in giant circles,
spinning round and round and round.
I’d love to play for longer
but it’s time to end the fun.
My carousel is needed
now the load of washing’s done.
Jenny Erlanger
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Another terrific poem, Jenny – you never miss.
Great poem Jenny.
How delightful! It is great to read something so full of joy!
Great poem, Jenny! Full of fun and very cild centric. (I was never allowed to do this as a child but always wished I could. Love this pic with Mum wizzing around too!)