The Ride of Your Life
Tic Tac Toe Row Two
Towering high over any tall city.
A coaster so large, so grand. so great.
Looming above every building in the Empire State.
The ride looks awful; it'll force me to vomit.
Or no, worse- barfing's too mild.
It would definitely kill me, leave me screaming like a child.
But as I get on, I feel my end is near.
The train pulls up, and I cannot help but scream.
The mess of loops is like a pretzel, it's worse than the most horrible of dreams.
The coaster isn't a monster; it really is not.
After much screaming and thinking, the ride comes to a end.
The terror has been overcome; it is "gone with the wind".