Man On A Roller Coaster Sonnet

It jolts and shakes as it carroms around, my joints seethe at the pressure exerted, it rips upward until high off the ground, I hear the excited cries of my kid. Oh, to be young, and has such a grand time, to not feel pain lance as my brains shakes up, nor to feel unnerved with every decline, the stomach rises, holding back gets tough. Up at a high point nearby hills flash by, start to understand why folks get car-sick, once things like this made me feel alive, at least for my son it still does the trick. We plunge and I hear a sound like thunder, this was much more fun when I was younger…