At Blackpool Pleasure Beach


The Log Flume was one ride too far.
I could handle the Swiss Cable Car.
The Big One was great,
And the Tom Sawyer Lake,
And the Wild Mouse too.
But that bloody Log Flume…
Plus two cartons of fat masquerading as chips,
Three ice creams, one candyfloss, four bags of Skips
And the Waltzers. You know, it doesn’t bode well
When your cheeks and your gullet just suddenly swell
And your stomach’s attempting to climb up your throat.
So I barfed. Several times. All over some bloke.
On the Log Flume. The carriage dropped into the water
As I brought up another fresh batch on his daughter.

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