Abusement Park

by Kenn Nesbitt
We went to an amusement park,
my family and I.
We rode on rides so scary,
I expected I would die.

We rode a roller coaster
called The Homicidal Comet.
It had so many loop-de-loops
it nearly made us vomit.

We rode The Crazed Tornado,
and it jerked us hard and quick.
If it were any longer,
we would certainly be sick.

We rode The Psycho Octopus,
which packed a nasty punch.
I think we’re pretty lucky
that we didn’t lose our lunch.

And last we rode repeatedly
The Flailing Tilt-a-Whirl.
It shook us all so sharply,
I’m surprised we didn’t hurl.

I haven’t felt that nauseous
since I can’t remember when.
I’m really looking forward
to the day we go again.

Text © Kenn Nesbitt, reprinted from The Aliens Have Landed! published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Stephen Carpenter. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.


The Story Behind the Poem:
Don’t eat cheeseburgers immediately before going on amusement park rides—when I was a kid I found this out the hard way.

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