The Crooked Old Slide
The crooked old slide
Is a rip-roaring ride
If you’re brave enough to climb it!
The view at the top
Could make fainter hearts stop
It’s a long way down, I’ll time it!
It twists, turns, and bumps
It curves and it jumps
Then tumbles you out at the bottom.
You’ll be back though, you see
When you’re flying so free
Your troubles? You’ll have forgot ‘em!
Is a rip-roaring ride
If you’re brave enough to climb it!
The view at the top
Could make fainter hearts stop
It’s a long way down, I’ll time it!
It twists, turns, and bumps
It curves and it jumps
Then tumbles you out at the bottom.
You’ll be back though, you see
When you’re flying so free
Your troubles? You’ll have forgot ‘em!
This poem is copyright (©) Erin Zampaglione 2026
About the Writer
Erin Zampaglione
Erin spent 10 years as a scientist, running experiments and analyzing data in laboratories. Scientific writing can be very technical, but she always loved writing poetry for school publications, friends, and family. Now she is a full-time mom and first-time children’s writer. She hopes to approach these new roles in the same way a scientist would: by being curious and observant.
