Thrillseeker
Sitting before me,
Is this red and blue monster,
Menacingly tall and long.
My dad is going,
As I am debating,
I don’t know what to do.
Suddenly, motivation strikes,
My energy spikes, and I say “Let’s go!”
Up the stairs we climb to the car.
Sitting down, raring to go,
Then up and up we climb.
Screams break free from me,
And then I see,
What a good idea this was,
For now,
I am a thrillseeker.
This poem is about:
Me
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