The Cyclone rollercoaster
Was my medium of choice,
My arms held heavenward
And a macho thrust of voice.
Repeatedly I rode,
Outlasting all who vied
As my pals cheered lustily
And the sunblessed girls all sighed.
How long ago did that happen?
Now it's a different course,
And as I ride I'm belted
To a wooden horse.
Was my medium of choice,
My arms held heavenward
And a macho thrust of voice.
Repeatedly I rode,
Outlasting all who vied
As my pals cheered lustily
And the sunblessed girls all sighed.
How long ago did that happen?
Now it's a different course,
And as I ride I'm belted
To a wooden horse.


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Nice rhyme, Leon!
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