Hysterical

• James Evans, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2009

I see pink and yellow in my head
As I jump on mums bed!
It tastes of sugar and a bit sour
How did I not know it would be with me every hour?

It smells of honey off a tree.
But some times you get stung by a bee.
Sometimes it looks like a big candy shop.
And I never want to stop.
Lots of laughter in my head.
And lots of people jumping on Fred.
Feels like fluffy bunnies.
Jumping on peoples tummies.