I bought my ticket,

Stood in line,

And, nervously waited.

I watched the horses jockey up and down,

To the rhythm to the organ music.

The lights flashed and people laughed,

As they rounded the circle.

Then, my turn arrived.

I claimed my horse on the far side from the gate.

My hands held the reins,

My feet in the stirrups.

Suddenly, the ride lurched forward.

Slowly, then less slowly.

We made our turns.

People laughed,

I did not.

A merry-go-round is not the ride for me.