You have heard in times last year what played out on this very ground:
Four big kids hard-fisted, stout, blocked
The school roundabout.
Spinning oak, steel industrial contraption,
Dare-devil ride of joy, spinning sirens song elation.
Round! It spun the best of thrills, fun without end circulation,
Joker, the king, shouted “It costs a dime to ride; it’s only fair, amen.”
So the kids skipped to the monkey bars, forgot the roundabout, and then,
Paid no ransom to the quartet, kept their milk break dimes,
Sang their taunting songs,
“Money for nothin’, spins for free.”
Rat, and Nasty, and Frog clodded after the king, like dominos tippling,
To rush the kids off monkey bars, hard biting and pinches piercing.
Brenda, No-Non-Sense, conked Joker’s crown right off;
The king smashed to the ground and wailed, for help and had none,
Rat, and Nasty, and Frog skedaddled, up the slide height in isolation
Too tall for the kids, far from their collective retribution;
Joker, deposed, plucked grass, eyes tearful promised playground peace,
Rat, Nasty, and Frog shot down the slide,
“The crown was lost,”
“The king is done,”
“We are gone,”
Three sped for the doorway hell-bent-for-leather,
“Time was up,”
Little kids are more than three and lots faster.
Brenda entered the doors at last
Wearing that crown that suited her best,
The kids whooped and sang, “Long live the queen,
The queen, best that’s ever been.”