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Spin faster carousel all shiny bright
With coloured bulbs illuminating sight
Horses saddled ready packed in tight
Prepared to take a gallop through this night
See mothers with their children tying laces
Who smile so much it brightens up their faces
Each picks a horse to take them to the races
And hurry forward taking up their places
Grab twisted golden pole await the call
Hold on as all the horses rise and fall
The man who took our sixpence standing tall
Said once we move no one gets off at all
The organ plays from steam so piping hot
So many tunes I thought that I'd forgot
Up and down we went as off we shot
My knees and hands gripped tightly quite a lot
The pole is really cold pressed on my chin
And leather on my saddle's rather thin
All white horses like each other's twin
With one black horse we know will always win
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
David Threadgold
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Saturday, September 27, 2008 |
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Wednesday, October 15, 2008 |
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