The world of a playground


Up on the mood Swing you go,


the higher you swing, the faster you fall.


adrendaline rushes, sends up spurts of hot flushes


the Slide of perpetual downward mobility


what goes up indeed, must come down


the only solace is the Light at the end of the (slide) tunnel


glorious consolotion


Rocking to who-knows where, horse.


Fumbling about the same damned spot.


movement with no displacement


sad it is so


perhaps monkeying round the bars are best


you hang around till you cant bear to anymore


and so you fall


the Social Disequilibrium of a see-saw


you see, there is no win-win situation to all


better be on the ball


Don't you just love the merry-go-round


merry merrily it goes round


spins your world like a whirling dervish


too much of anything is no good


kaleidoscopic views jumbles the tumbles in my tummy


pass me a barf-bag will ya?


i guess i shall plonk on the bench


where i watch the happy little scene on the playground


or so it seems


merry merry queen of the bush is she.