We went to an , 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 and it jerked us hard and quick. If it was 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.

— K en n Nesbitt

Rollercoasters go up and Down, They twist and turn all Around. Clicking and Clanking to And fro, Tells me that I’m not going Slow. Up, up a very steep hill, Some people like them, Some get ill. But all in all this ride is Extreme, So take me on and Make me gleam. I step into the car Tick - tick - tick- a stomach flutter The climb starts again a thought of regret a heart flutter

The bar comes down with a thud and a whistle

The climb starts its way and in one breath we dive creaking and climbing into the curve - bemoaning our fates whirling

"I want to get off!" my whole being screams whipping

Over the hill we go with a crack and a whoosh winding accelerating and back down speeding The wheels start grinding and turning sliding a gasp and slipping Brake and rushing We stop clattering and It's over clunking. - and back into line ... and then rest,