I entered this in the Halton Poet of the year contest Fairground Rides When I see you, I feel I'm on a merry-go-round My heart and head is spinning around.
My insides feel like bumper cars Crashing and bashing together.
When you speak I hear beautiful music My heart pumps like a fairground organ.
The memories of long summer days Are trapped like a prize goldfish in a sixpenny bag I don't go back to those youthful fields anymore Because the grass has grown so long.
All that is found are bits of broken chalk ornaments And missing flights of blunt darts.
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