Outside At Recess
Outside at recess
How I love to play
On the merry-go-round
What a joyous day
Then some older boys
Come and start to push
Spinning it around
Getting it to go faster
I become afraid
Having trouble holding
On, afraid to jump, afraid to stay
Then more older boys
Add speed to the fun
Terrified with head spinning
I fall to the ground
Under the merry-go-round bam
The construction of the
Plaything wasn't a pretty
Sight from underneath
Long screws were hanging down
It shredded my dress
My undergarments too
Tore up my flesh
I was black and blue
Was it innocent
Just a childhood game
Or was it malicious
A sadistic game
(This is from my childhood. Years ago. Playground equipment was made different from the
modern hard molded plastic of today. It was a wooden floor that was fastened down with
screws.)
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