Adventure Poem by bob barci

The alarm got us out of bed at 6 AM on a Saturday.
Normally - how rude!
But today, it’s okay as we embark on an adventure.
Catching a bus on 42nd Street,
we head across the river.
Couple hours later we pull into a parking lot.
From here, I already see
several things I need to be on.
Once inside the main gate,
we need to move quickly
to get on things before the lines become unbearable.
Parachute ride.
Roller coaster type thing.
Centrifuge.
And already you complain about feeling nauseous.
You wuss!
Come on! Quickly!
Mach 1.
A rapids thing.
Another water ride.
Now is not time to search for people you know.
What? You want to go on a kiddie ride?
You want to sit out a few?
You old fart!
You’re even worse than a wuss!
I have to pull you by the arm to get on rides.
Leave it up to you and we wouldn’t get on any.
With all your protesting, you seem to enjoy them though.
Long, leisurely lunch.
Persuasion gets you on the Batman/Robin ride.
We wait in line for 2 hours
only to have the ride last 35 seconds.
Some relaxation as we walk around.
Okay, now you can search for people you know.
In fact, we find a few.
On the bus ride back to the city,
we plan our next visit to -
Great Adventure.