The Un-Merry-G0-Round

I stepped on and sat on the horse, ready for fun and joy

But, instead of happiness, I feel something in my stomach

The merry-go-round has started to spin, making me more nauseous by the second

The horses all seem to be laughing at me with those cold painted eyes

And we're moving faster, faster, and queasiness takes over

My face turns green and my attempts at holding it in were to no avail

I took one step off of the ride

And the ground now has a new type of fertilizer

The merry-go-round has become not so merry for me any more...

The End

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