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