My yoyo just attacked me, I really was shocked.
It sprang at my head and my glasses it knocked.
For there it encircled to find my weak spot,
Entwining my arm in a dastardly plot!
I wriggled it free but my yoyo forged on,
Next thwacking my belly in belief it had won.
I recovered my step just in time to jump wide,
To stop it from wrapping around side to side.
From here, I'm afraid, things turned for the worse,
As my yoyo backed up and swooped down in reverse.
It looped in the air and dived straight for my knees,
And zipping around it tripped me with ease!
Flat on my face and in need of a rest,
I glared at my twizzling, pendulous pest.
I'll conquer you yet, I resolved to myself,
But for now I'll just hide you away on my shelf!
©2005 Gareth Lancaster
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On 04/03/2009 at 12:05 GMT Chloe wescott from England, Birmingham wrote:
"The poem was good but I misunderstood some of the words"
On 25/04/2013 at 14:18 GMT Amber from United States of America wrote:
"Wish my yoyo would do that then I would funniest home videos. It just sits on my shelf."