Lizzy Tomlinson

Rookie (Dundee, Scotland.)

Fairground. - Poem by Lizzy Tomlinson

Fairground,
Big sound,
Music everywhere.
Great rides,
Brill slides,
Wind blowing through my hair.

Roundabouts,
Ins and outs,
Candy on a stick.
Ups and downs,
Groans and frowns,
Oh no! I'm feeling sick.

Lots of yells,
Cooking smells,
All going on around.
The great rides,
And brill slides,
At the fairground.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 24, 2006



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