Wednesday, April 8, 2009

The hydroslide poem

H aving fun on the hydroslide
Y elling and screaming inside the tunnel
D ark pitch lack like a cave
R olling,twisting,twirling,whirling
O ur body is getting brused and banged
S hivering as we wait for mour turn
L aughing and teeth chattering
I t was freezing that our lips were turning purple
D ashing through the hydroslide
E scaping through the tunnel like your running away from the police