Mature Women Versus the Water Park

The lazy river wasn’t so lazy
In fact, you might say, it drove us crazy
What’s with the waterfalls and toddlers screaming?
I looked at my partner; she wasn’t beaming

Thunder Rapids left us doomed in darkness
Why did we think this ride would be harmless?
Two eight-foot drops suspended us mid-air
As two mature ladies, we had quite the scare

The Serpentine Serpent was a near-drowning
As huge blasts of water our lungs were downing
Nearly toppling as on our sides we raced our tube
My friend Sandra lost her balance in this jiffy-lube

Finally we headed for the “kiddy-land” ride
Where upon a thin sponge we did slip and slide
Too fast on one corner, Sandra flew
For shoulder repair, she needed “super glue”

Who’d believe a water park could render such pain
They carried us out on an “old folks” crane
Never to return, we vowed that day
This is a park where only “kids” should play



*Co-written with a super, but non-Souper, friend on April 15, 2015, less than a week after the true experience as we recover in ICU ;D
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Mccall Avatar
July 4, 2017 at 10:35 AM
A delightful and funny poem however I'm sorry to hear about your trip to the hospital. And yes water parks or for children only.
Richards Avatar
May 9, 2015 at 8:27 PM
Oh Dear !!! After reading this, and then the funny limerick you also wrote about your "water park experience".....me thinks it is time you put away your flippers, your bathing suit, and go somewhere in the desert, and stay dry !!! LOL !!!
Haight Avatar
May 8, 2015 at 8:17 PM
What an adventure, Carolyn! Such imagery and great detail! Congrats on your fine win. Hugs, Sandra
Allison Avatar
May 8, 2015 at 6:11 PM
Dropping back with my congrats Carolyn:-) Hugs Jan xx
Hamilton Avatar
May 8, 2015 at 5:48 PM
what a to-do Carolyn hope you are both recovered congrats on placing hugs
Freeman Avatar
April 19, 2015 at 12:58 PM
The ageless clue, is that nothing seems to be new. The river was lazy, which drove maturity crazy. Darkness is harmless, as evil is armless,, as love is maturity as purity! Let your Agape be a lovely copy, and not become sloppy! Smile, Thanks for comment, here's yours, Agape, Moses
La France Avatar
April 17, 2015 at 4:18 PM
Carolyn, this was delightful, you wrote a picture with words of you two on that ride and the outcome, so funny, 7, and thanks for visiting my poem, Insanity
Devnath  Avatar
April 17, 2015 at 3:57 PM
Nice funny poem on true story, enjoyed. Loved always, my lovely friend,bl
Devonshire Avatar
April 19, 2015 at 4:59 AM
You are always so sweet, BL. Thank you!
Pinet Avatar
April 16, 2015 at 9:08 AM
This jerks at our funny bone in innocent fun. You have fun with this piece from start to finish and it brings a smile to my day. It allows time to lighten the mind and soul and just have some fun with words. Emile. #7
Laurie Avatar
April 15, 2015 at 5:58 PM
G'day Carolyn... plenty of humour in your poem Carolyn for the spectators. It takes something like your experience to remind many of us that we're not as young as we used to be. Thanks for the giggle - Lindsay
Allison Avatar
April 15, 2015 at 2:53 PM
OUCH! You told a fabulous story - next time leave the 'fun' to the kids! :-) Hugs Jan xx 7 xx
Devonshire Avatar
April 15, 2015 at 2:57 PM
Mega Ouch! Thanks for your suggestion. We took a vote and decided to leave the "fun to the kids."
Smith Avatar
April 15, 2015 at 2:51 PM
lol....you should see some of the rides my kids drag me on at the water park. The one with a hundred foot drop or the one with the loop-d-loop. And just a question...Why all the stairs?....thanks for sharing your memories...Tim
Allison Avatar
April 15, 2015 at 3:02 PM
lovely clever reply Carolyn! hugs jan xx
Devonshire Avatar
April 15, 2015 at 2:56 PM
Indeed, we could hardly walk after climbing to the moon. Stairs are for kids. Ladies prefer "stares."
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