When chickens go to the playground,
They don't like to spin around,
Or use feathered wings,
To hold onto the swings.
They much prefer to glide,
Down a slippery slide.
One bright summer's day,
Celia went out to play.
Her favourite slide had fallen apart,
A sight that nearly broke her heart.
She loved to whiz down with her sisters,
Until their bottoms had little blisters.
But then her bright eyes spied,
The others on a brand new slide.
So the chicken crossed the playground,
To get to the other slide she'd found.
Yay wow humour and entertainment in super rhyming! Enjoyd reading about these sliding cluck clucks. Nice to read u again.
LOL, very nice and entertaining poem, and it almost answers that very important age old question. Sadness' Her favourite slide had fallen apart, A sight that nearly broke her heart. followed by happiness, But then her bright eyes spied, The others on a brand new slide.
Very nicely and deeply envisioned and presented. A beautiful poem with beautiful cartoon I like most. Many thanks dear Stephen, keep the ball rolling.
She loved to whiz down with her sisters, Until their bottoms had little blisters. I could visualze the entire scene even before seeing the cartoon picture! The disappointment on the chicken's face on seeing the slide fallen apart, her excitement on spying others on a new slide and her hurried crossing of the playground to join the team at the foot of the slide..... all are quite interesting! Really enjoyed her favourite pastime of whizzing down the slide with her sisters until their bottoms had blisters ! So very natural to all children....! I remember my sons' excitement on the slide when they were young! Beautiful cartoon too!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Humourous and very well crafted.. Thank you for the poem and the laugh..