Monday, 10 April 2023

Captain See-Saw

 

Day Ten




Skippering a see-saw,

I am dunking in the cup,

But I'm never in the doldrums,

I am always on the up.


To balance on a see-saw,

Is a perilous affair,

One may swoop into the muck,

Or one may crash into the air,


I am bound inversely upwards,

Though I hit the dirt too soon,

The impelling of Achilles,

Sends me tumbling to the moon.


They call me Captain See-Saw,

'Cause I'm never lingering,

I'm a topsy-turvy wonder,

With my turtle-turning grin.




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