After Work Festival

You stand in line at the dodgem car ride,
Eyes open wide watching bumper cars grind.
Sparks streaking by on the cars they collide,
Pushing the metal to not fall behind.

Now let me show you the octopus spin,
Centripetal forces you into her.
Teeth picket fences hold back vomit grin,
Swallowed up dinner head for the Zephyr.

Never a long wait at this amusement,
360 degrees around here.
Little boy wonder we make our ascent,
Nothing compares to the view in the air!

Like a three ring circus spin in your mind.
On spring break vacation all of the time ...