Hoisted

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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

4 thoughts on “Hoisted

  1. 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!)

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