This body of mine has been on the go For many years I tell you so, However, within this ageing being There hides a child, forever seeing Ways to shed the adult interior By finding fun to make life cheerier. I love the thrill of Theme Park rides When stomach and throat meet up inside. I love it when adrenalin Courses through my veins so thin, The charge I get is so exciting I could be a flash of lightening. My purse I stuff inside my coat My specs are off and in my pocket The ride now takes off like a rocket. G-forces pin me to my seat We've reached at least a hundred feet. Then twists and turns and upsidedowns Screams and stomach churning drops " Don't let me die " cries a voice behind What a wimp…. Think I ! Suddenly, in total darkness and with a jolt, We've stopped. I do not know what is to come All I can hear is a quiet hum From the metal entrusted with my life. Slowly forward we go, on another tack I feel as though I'm flat on my back. Up and up we go, will we reach the top Oh ! Golly gosh, another stop. Now we're plummeting into the black abyss Not forward, but backward and with a hiss Of compressed air to hasten descent Many screams of terror the air do rent. Going so fast........…or is it slow My mind's so confused I just don't know. There's a sigh of relief from all on the ride When we're plunged into sunshine, We've made the outside. Brain's synapses are beginning to spark I know where we are now We're at the Theme Park. September 15th 2002 |