“Come on then!” said my cousin;
“Let’s go on this one”
There was me young and vulnerable
With my elder cousin, enjoying this fair
I had been having a great time;
Trying to pick up floating ducks
With a loop on a stick as they went around
Gently, in this circular pond
Would I get one and win a goldfish?
I wanted the man to dip into the bowl
And pull out a fish, just for me,
But no not this time, maybe next.
What about a coconut, you can have three goes
For one of my treasured threepenny bits.
One – Nearly got it! Only missed by an inch
Two and three, hits! Must be glued in the ring!!
“What about the Ghost train?”
Have you seen the faces of those people
Who have been on it! They look scared to me!
I’m having none of that!
“Come on then!” said my cousin;
“Let’s go on this one”
There it was this slow moving wheel
That became my Nemesis
So I went with him, on this monster
Sat on the wooden seat
The man put the bar down in front of me
But It’s OK I can still get out.
Then it moved, up towards the sky.
It’s not too bad, but up and up it goes,
I look down and see these shrunken people
Walking around the ground with no apparent care.
The wheel is coming to it’s zenith,
It stops!!
What’s happened, it’s broken!
I’m scared, so high up in this world
My cousin tries to comfort me;
Or was he laughing?
The tears of absolute fear
Trickle down my face.
It moves again, they’ve fixed it
But then it stops again!
“Fix it! Fix it! Fix it!” I yell
It starts to move again.
Down we go getting nearer the earth
Until at last we reach the point
Where we got onto this monster.
It doesn’t stop!!
Around it goes again and keeps on stopping;
I do wish they would fix it, or stop where
I can get off, but no, round it goes again,
Passing where we should run from this thing.
At last, through all the stopping and starting
It stops for us and crying, shaking and scared
I get off this machine, giving hateful looks
Back at it, this monster called Ferris Wheel.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I can still remember that day when we went to the funfair with my cousin so many years ago, we got on very well during our lives, he was older than I and died quite recently, I will always remember you Trevor.
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A rich memory, Andy. I've always enjoyed the funfair, sideshow alley and so on. All the Ferris wheels I've been on had enclosed cabins. I'm pretty sure the open seat arrangement would terrify me too.
The Big Dipper? No way!
Thank you Dave, this was a very long time ago in my teenage years. No I would still not go on one now! LOL
Andy
LOL It wasn't Benbon brothers Margate? Ah, dear Andy another poem that has brought some childhood memories flooding back, loving your poetry of late. 🌹
No it was at the fairground in Sheerness Teddy.
It is good to have such memories.
Andy
Good write Gold.
I don't like using lifts much, let alone ferris wheels, in case I get stuck in it on my own.
But even if others were in the lift, they would be stuck in there with me too!
I would make it even worse. I would sing to the captive audience there. heehee.
If you started singing they would soon find a way out somehow. LOL
Andy
Yes lol.
Beautiful and so descriptive bringing back memories of going to the fair when I was young and the man forgot to put the bar down on my ride and how I had to hang on.
Thank you soren, those memories are so important in our lives.
Andy
A great memory, Andy. You described it beautifully. It made me think of such an incident in my youth, also a Ferris wheel. All was well until it stopped at the top. They stop it to offload and take on passengers. Drove me crazy. You are not alone. Loved it. - Phil A,
Thank you Phil, so glad I am not the only one.
Andy
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