[A rather childish "Jabberwocky"-type poem I wrote in the 7th grade. XD It's a very bad adaption of a full length story I was writing at the time, and the way I wrote it is probably very poor, so bear with me if it gets confusing. Some of the minor details mentioned in this that make absolutely no sense probably only make sense to me, as I know what role they play in the bigger story. Ah, well anyways, here goes.
The Receding Rides
The amusement park is a farglo thing
You will hear the passersby sing
The flewitous rides
And the bangerang plides
But the children continue to gleam
Then one day, the rides went away
Why it happened, no one could say
Was it a theif?
An encyphanoe gleif?
Or a glorawayously flay?
So the owners and friends klerrfied clues
Like wanted ads and used tissues
And technueous dormcoms
And daffewous normcoms
And Italian cafe menus
Then one day, they shanooed an answer
They hopped and danced like an Irish clog dancer
They drogged back their things
And all their planlings
From a man known as their ride tester
The amusement park is a farglo thing
You will hear the passersby sing
The flewitous rides
And the bangerang plides
But the children continue to gleam.
