Carousel

The funfair was in full swing. And why not, now it was Spring. To the carousel, Ella and me, We tried to find a horse that was free. Places on horses were taken by all Except for one, it was a windfall. Ella sat in front, holding the sturdy pole Whilst I sat holding her waist like a mole. Music played a radiant refrain, Echoing dreams, again and again. The carousel began its round, a slow spin People shouted or laughed a joyous din. Soon, the speed was slightly increased Oh boy, did we enjoy this lovely feast! Then the brakes were applied and all came to a halt. I fell on Ella’s neck, it was not my fault. I felt her warm flesh and gave her a kiss. We decided to have another go as this was bliss.