Playgrounds

Playgrounds are such gobby places.
Know what I mean?
Everyone seems to have something to
talk about, giggle, whisper, scream and shout about.
I mean, it’s like being in a parrot cage.

And playgrounds are such pushy places.
Know what I mean?
Everyone seems to have to
run about, jump, kick, do cartwheels, handstands, fly around,
I mean, it’s like being inside a whirlwind.

And playgrounds are such patchy places
Know what I mean?
Everyone seems to
go round in circles, lines and triangles, all moving colours,
I mean, it’s like being in a kaleidoscope.

And playgrounds are such pally places
Know what I mean?
Everyone seems to
have best friends, secrets, link arms, be in gangs.
Everyone, except me.  Know what I mean?