THE ICE RINK

Round and round they twirl and skate,
Someone's sliding like a plate
On the clear white ice.
Hey, look out, someone's hurt here,
Hurt here, hurt here echoes loud and clear.
It's all right, only a hump,
The dizziness made the skater slump
Onto the clear white ice.

The rink is quiet now,
Everyone's gone
Until tomorrow when they will again throng
Back on to the clear white ice.

Norma Allison 1Y
1970 School Magazine

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