The Ferris Wheel Fascination
The ferris wheel holds a fascination for me I cannot explain,
It produces a profound excitement I find hard to contain.
It goes round and round with the wind in my face,
And I look down from above in my happy place.
From on top you can see a city bathed in lights,
It is alive, sparkling, with a view to excite.
Your troubles disappear when you are on the ferris wheel,
It produces instant gratification, and a joy you can’t conceal.
I’d like to bottle that feeling you get from the fair,
It’s an exhilaration you can’t get just anywhere.
Having a hot dog and cotton candy is part of the fun,
But the thrill of the ferris wheel can’t be outdone.
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