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My tummy feels like summer,
or a giggle just set free,
like a flitter of lairy butterflies,
or a swarm of buzzy bees.
My heart beats to the rhythm,
of girls who jump the rope,
bouncing like a bright beach ball,
shown on some Oscilloscope.
My mind spins like the waltzer,
at a gaily lit up fair.
My head is full of candy floss,
and kites that surf the air.
If I could catch the essence,
and save a jar or two,
I’d keep them in my cupboard,
for when I’m feeling blue.
© Fair Days and Foul 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Picture Credit:https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/503347695827272788/