Amusement Park

What is an amusement park

without

the creamy,

drippy,

soppy,

sugary,

chocolately

taste

of a double-dip cone?

Clickety clack, clickety clack

the rollercoaster moves up the track.

Higher, higher, higher we go

-this is the time to look down below-

to feel the thrill of tasty fear'for we know that the crest of the hill is near.

Slowing as we approach the top

but before we have a chance to stop

some unseen force pulls us down

and we speed, hurtle towards the ground

with the wind in our hair

and screams in the air.