Fairground.

Fairground,
Big sound,
Music everywhere.
Great rides,
Brill slides,
Wind blowing through my hair.

Roundabouts,
Ins and outs,
Candy on a stick.
Ups and downs,
Groans and frowns,
Oh no! I'm feeling sick.

Lots of yells,
Cooking smells,
All going on around.
The great rides,
And brill slides,
At the fairground.

by Lizzy Tomlinson

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