the Carousel Ride

Written for a Creative Writing class.

I’ve noticed that you live your life in circles,

so you always know where you’re going.

this made we want to try it

when the fair came along.

 

Purple, red, flamingo pink,

these are the colours of my carousel horse.

Shameful, isn't it? To be twenty atop a colourful pony.

But I'd rather be happy than standing still.

 

I skipped a page in the book you lent me,

in fact I skipped the entire thing.

Because I’d rather be running than sitting still.

So I went to the fair instead.

 

This horse makes me dizzy,

much like how I feel when I'm with you.

So I think I’ll take my colourful pony

and ride it forwards instead.

Author's Note

Is it too choppy?