Where's Wally?

• Eliza Butt, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2016

Where’s Wally, I can’t find that dude, he must be in a hiding mood.
He’s wearing a red and white top, and blue jeans that make your eyes pop.
He’s got an old brown walking stick, he’s not like an old grandpa… He’s quick!
With his binoculars he can see us but we can’t see him, the chances of finding him are very slim.
He could be behind a building, in front of a church, or even in a bird perch.
Odlaw, Wizard, Wenda, Woof and Wally, there all smaller than a toy dolly.
He could be in a bus or in a car, travelling near and travelling far.
He could be at the beach, in the snow or at a campsite, where I heard the mozzies like to bite.
Could he be at the mall, climbing a wall; or at the zoo, going cuckoo?
Now he could be at the circus on a ride, on that ride I’ve heard a lot of people have died.
Through the crowd I’m going to walk, trying to find someone with whom to talk.
I turn around and what do I see; Where’s Wally glaring at me.