The Loud Room with the Yellow Slide

Kids, Kids everywhere

Running up, running down

A jungle gym keeping them entertained

Joyous screams and continuous laughter

And a mad dash for who can be first to the top

For at the top lies a yellow slide

Worn, with some spots darker than others

But it still retains its buttery crayola yellow paint

Dark black bolts stick out from random places

Keeping the slide together

It runs from the very top of the jungle gym

Down to the very center, only around ten feet long

And in a curve

At the bottom of the slide is a wide blue opening

The color of the ocean at night

And a red ledge which the children slide onto

Though a radioactive red. Like cherries soaked

In the same ooze the ninja turtles were transformed from

Johnny B Goode plays over the speakers loudly

It puts all the parents in a good mood

The kids continue to run

Running up, running down

Up the slide, down and back up again

Making use of every inch of space

Until of course lunch is called

Then they will come out in force and run for their tables

They will munch on burger, fries, and chicken nuggets

Along with apple juice and chocolate milks

Perhaps they will even be treated to ice cream cones

If they deserve it

Because this is the loud room with the yellow slide

And children are capable of anything

Especially together