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I wanted to, but couldn't,
I watched them in the sand,
Small children in the playground,
... People wouldn't understand
See, I'm a grown man now,
I'm over six feet tall,
Too big for kiddies' slippery dips,
And tiny climbing walls
Then, yesterday, I found it,
A
giant playground in a park,
I had a go on everything,
And stayed till after dark!
Up the mighty slippery slide,
Fifty-five feet high,
As wide as a kitchen table,
So down it I did fly.
A monster swing of sturdy chain,
I could almost touch the sky,
I had a go, and then again,
And then another try.
'Cross monkey bars of solid steel,
High above the ground,
Looking so far down I feel,
My heart begin to pound.
A fitness crowd I see, "Avast"
Upon a life-size pirate ship,
I clamber up the towering mast,
And give them all the slip.
I'll be back again, I have no doubt,
This place holds an allure,
I must enjoy it 'fore the secret's out,
For more will come, I'm sure.
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I was in Vegas for a week
I was on duty, there to speak
but when I had a moment free
I figured that I could just flee
And seek amusement in a park
It's Vegas, and it's never dark
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I asked my driver to be sure
My dear man, will you point to shore
Please drive me further from these dolts
And to a playground, for adults
He smiled and said, "I know the place"
And drove me there, though at his pace
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What can I tell you, dear UB
To see it, there you had to be
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Thanks, [tc], I understand,
There's nothing more to say,
'cept Vegas ain't no Disneyland,
Where adults go to play. |
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I lost a pile of cash there once,
At dice games I was crap,
I left there feeling like a dunce,
Victim of a tourist trap. |
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See, my idea's more about the fun,
Of reliving my time as child,
Thanks though, for your timely bun,
Not like Vegas... much more mild. |
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(Sorry - can't do this in rhyme) I saw Le Cirque Invisible a few years ago. As part of this, Victoria Chaplin got onto a giant swing lowered down from the roof of the theatre and just swung on it, with a big smile on her face. She picked up quite a bit of speed and eventually was swinging high over the audience and it captured perfectly how children take enjoyment in playing - which is the attraction of playground equipment - and which (as I think this idea suggests) we lose as adults. It was a lovely performance and made me think about this "adults don't play" prejudice - it's more acceptable to work hard, go to the gym, do sports, compete, etc., but not just to 'play'. |
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Well, I became a relatively young grandfather earlier this year, so I'm actually reliving all of that from a very different perspective :) |
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Actually, I think we all play a lot more than any adults ever did in the history of mankind, don't we? I don't count, of course, the Halfbakery :) |
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But recapturing the sense of wonder is worthy, without a doubt. |
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[tc] & [hippo] hit the mark,
Our loss of fun is sad,
I take my own kids to the park,
These days now... I'm a Dad. |
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I love to watch the sense of joy,
On every young child's face,
Including my own girl and boy,
When we go to that place. |
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They imagine fights with pirates cruel,
On seas full of monster sharks,
Until the evening comes in cool,
With shadows long and dark. |
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We lose our sense of fun and play,
And each year takes its toll,
For another hour of childhood, pray,
Before I grow too old. |
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TV and the internet, they're the devils, robbing you of the innocence of a shiny new toy however fleeting. That great new idea you had ? Done already. That idea you made ? Done better. And the responsibilities ... the mortage, the mind-numbingly predicatable job, the unbearable weight of tedious people. |
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Out of the city.
At last something pure.
A sit in the grass
Arrrgghhh! Beeeees ! |
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I miss monkey bar tag... and murderball.
"THINK QUICK!!!"
<launches giant rubber ball at [UnaBubba]'s head> |
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I take a ball blow to the head,
And fall upon the ground,
And then, when others think I'm dead,
I finally come around. |
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My dreams of pirate ships and fun,
Seem to be the stuff of heaven,
My consciousness has now come back,
I believe that I'm just seven. |
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I launch the ball in seeming jest,
And connect with [2fries] skull,
The impact puts him out to rest,
With a snoring deep and dull. |
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When I was a smaller child, I'd ride my bicycle around whilst making 'brrm' sounds, imagining myself to be on one of the wondrous black and chrome cafe racers of the sixties. |
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This morning, as most mornings, I threw my leg over my black and chrome cafe racer and broke the ton once more, grinning like a kid. |
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Some of us have achieved our big play equipment, but more of us need to. (+) |
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My spouse was a pre-school teacher.
I felt like such a jerk--
First date was over on the swings--
she saw it just like work. |
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Then on to the see-saw,
Up and down like mad,
Until you heard a raging roar,
It was probably her Dad. |
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We pinned him down, barrels slyly pointed,
said he "come on, i can take a hit!",
paintballs loaded we commenced,
to shoot his tender armpit. |
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Her Dad fought back with grimness,
Elbows, teeth and nails,
He got a shot on me.. through dimness,
I watched his fists like threshing flails. |
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3rd drawer from the top, a baseball bat, |
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apply swiftly to the back of his knee. |
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And this, my dear children
a lesson to learn
no matter how big
you can still crash and burn
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Yesterday, to my delight,
I found a roundabout,
I spun it up with all my might,
Oh, how it it made us shout |
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We spun around and 'round and 'round
Till we were like to drop,
And then we lay upon the ground,
Until the revolutions stopped. |
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all this engaging talk of fun
and games and play is neat,
but for the rhyming poetry
here, take this flaky treat
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Puke and puss,
clumping hair,
On the bus,
you'll find me there. |
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Lying underneath the bench,
Oddly they don't mind the stench. |
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