The amusement park swing poem (ï̷͈͇̟̺̟̝͚̘̭̯͚̓̊͂͋̕̕͜͝ͅ ̶̨͈͎̹̩̬̖̗̮̍̏̈́̂́͝ç̷̻̣͇̘͉͇̜̮̔̍́͝a̶̢̡̡͍̣̤͗̈́̇͌̔̉̿́̓́̆̄͠͠ͅͅn̴̢̪̜̳̥͎̞̣͇̯̮͆̂̒̔̇̐ ̸̡̧͕̰͈̎͛́̎̈́̃̊͒͋̃̂̚͝s̸̨̧̰̥͖̻̺̖͇̙̦̗͉̘̓̒̆̌̽̍̂̓͛͝ͅe̵͇̟̹̗̪͑̉̿̇̕̕͝ȩ̶̫̗͍̯̳̪͉͉̺͕̋̉͊̄̌̇͂̌͛͑̊̕͘͝ͅ ̷̢̭̭̺̹̬͉̜͖̱̿̒̌̈́̄y̷̛̩̙̳͎̭̦̘̞̟̥̗̆̏̈́̓̂́̆̓̄̂̏͜ợ̵̗̩̙͖̰̦̭͉̿̒͌͐̅̄̈́͘̕ű̵̡̘̭͙̖̼͙̦̎́̉͂)

Preparing to get on this scary teeth-chattering ride is one in which you have to conquer your greatest fears.

You get seated on the cart looking at what connects you to this tall terrifying pole.

You get clipped in the ride starts. The light flickers you get dragged up it’s getting jittery knowing you’re soon to fly.

You’re lifted up spinning, spinning, faster, faster higher and higher gasping for air.

The spin makes you stuck in place like a statue speechless whilst you’re circling around this giant tall terrifying pole.

Scream Scream SCREAM!

You’re falling down its slowing down, now you didn’t have to clench your hands to hold on tight you just stopped.

You’re breathing after you got back on the ground, you are heavily relieved at the fact it had stopped.

“Phew I’m not going on one of those again!”.

Regretting my decision.

-Poem by Oscar R