The Tale of Lynne McFlynn
Now, here’s the tale of Lynne McFlynn,
Who got into a dreadful spin.
To Knightsbridge last July she’s come
To shop in an emporium
Renowned for selling extra posh
Fur coats, chic shoes and gourmet nosh.
Now, at the entrance of the store
There stood a grand revolving door,
Which Lynne approached with utmost glee
To set upon her spending spree.
Alas, she tripped when stepping in,
Which caused the mighty door to spin:
It turned at an alarming rate
Which Lynne could not negotiate.
And caught off-guard, poor Lynne was hurled,
As round and round it swirled and twirled,
And though she hammered on the door,
It only did revolve the more.
It then seemed to accelerate,
And even faster to rotate,
And trapped inside that door so big,
Poor Lynne became a whirligig.
A passing fireman and a cop
Could not persuade the thing to stop,
And neither the commissionaire
Nor manager could halt it there.
They had to leave Lynne whizzing round
Until an answer could be found,
But as solutions numbered nil
For all I know, she’s spinning still.
This poem is copyright (©) Colin West 2023
About the Writer
Colin lives in Battle, East Sussex. He studied Graphic Design and Illustration and has written and illustrated over 50 children’s books. His poems have appeared in anthologies by Roger McGough and Julia Donaldson. He now writes purely for his own pleasure and enjoys collecting old books, mainly of poetry.