The carousel goes gaily round,
We scream and laugh; ecstatic sound.
The rollercoaster scares my wits,
Flying high, then to the pits
Of flailing arms and screeching glee.
I grab you, while you hold me.
Giddy with excitement.
The tunnel of love and anticipation,
Or ghost train filled with desperation.
Hobby horses that go nowhere,
Rotating, flying bucket chair.
A fairground, stimulating rides,
Simulates undulating lives.