The snaking monster beckons
Lacking respect for gravity
Nought to sixty in seconds
Then it's pure depravity
The track, it falls away
We all scream and whoop
There's no time to pray
As we roll the loop de loop
How our stomach sinks
And yet, the heart, it flies
These are the best high jinks
High up in the skies
You are then battered left
Then you're shaken right
Shot into a cleft
And thrown out in flight
And just when you think
It's coming to the end
You countersink
Hurtle round a bend
One last dead drop
For this roller train
Breaking to a stop
You scream let's do it again!
There was an old man from Nantucket
Who rode the roller coaster rocket
The roller coaster banged
His testicles clanged
I won't tell you what he found in his pocket!
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Poetry Shmoetry! ~ Various Poetry ~ by PJ Perry
PoetryMy Mind, My Work, My Love, My Lust, My Dish, My Dirt, My Chalk, My Cheese, My Passion, My Pain, My Ass, Your Face!
