Fairground Rides (From Runcorn and Widnes World)

Fairground Rides

10:54am Friday 29th June 2007

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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.