As a child, I was afraid

of the roller coasters that were displayed

in the park

almost as much as great white sharks

the first time I went on,

I just had ate a bag of pecans

I got on the coaster,

it was called the “super mega roaster”

I got off 5 minutes later,

and threw up all over the curator,

and after that

I didn’t trust the rides, even less than my cat

roller coasters just make me wary

like that weird creep called Larry

ever since I’ve been so scared

of those rickety tracks that I compared

to metal death traps

that murder and zap

for 2 years I didn’t ride

but very, very deep inside

I had a desire

and I grew less shyer

finally I tried to go

in my gut there was a hollow

but even so, I boarded

And my fear? That I warded

this time the ride was contrary

it felt a little bit less scary

I decided I would ride again

and this ride I managed to sustain

the belief that afterward I would be alive

and as the car began to dive

I had a joy I had not before

I shouted an excited roar

suddenly the ride was done

I felt like I had made a home run

my parents said, don’t worry dear

we will come back next year