Rattle, rattle, off we go.
At last we start the ride
and even now my stomach’s jumping
up and down inside.
Clackety – clack, we’re climbing up,
right up into the sky.
We’re at the top, I’m shaking now,
I know I’m going to die!
I grab the sides and close my eyes,
I’m really scared to death.
I scream, I yell the whole way down
till I run out of breath.
My eyes are sore, my mouth is dry,
my stomach leaps and churns.
My head is knocked from side to side
with all the twists and turns.
And all my little inside bits
are tangled like spaghetti.
I’m prickling almost everywhere,
my hands are cold and sweaty.
The carriage stops, and out I hop
and maybe I’m insane …
But I can’t wait to join the line
and do that ride again!
First published in “Giggles and Niggles” (Haddington Press, 2007)
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #39
Jenny said: This poem was inspired by the memory of my son’s reaction to his first roller coaster experience. Having just told me that he’d felt like he was going to die, he begged me to let him have another ride.