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.
Fluctuating satisfaction.
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The roller coaster scares me witless too. Just give me a churro or a bag of mini donuts and I’ll be happy watching from below. Love your descriptions of all the different rides! 🙂
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I used to love all the rides. Now anything that makes me dizzy makes me feel physically sick. The only one I can still enjoy is the ferris wheel, up high and a lovely slow to middling motion. The waltzers? Ugh, sick thinking about them. 🙂 x
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Great verse, gives me that feeling of fairs and all the fun I had as a kid and with my kids. Thank you.
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You’re welcome. Thanks for reading and your comment. Simple days then.x
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