Coney Island Fair
I must have been around seventeen years old
when I went to the Coney Island Fair,
not for the tasty hot dogs and burgers cooked on coal
but for the thrilling ride on the Cyclone Roller Coaster!
I put on a brave face, but wind and speed made me feel horrible,
I wanted to scream and yell, " Stop...this is hell! "
And embarrassed, I kept on riding it turning pale
and unable to breath...I was surprised how others looked bold!
It should have been lots of fun, but it didn't make me laugh;
I vowed to myself to never ride it again...
some kids told me that they were afraid too and choose to surf
as the tides rolled in and promised much fun!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
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