What an invention is the tilt-a-whirl!
With its mystical properties well known
Just glancing at it could make a man hurl
Subsequently no one speaks they just groan
Feel the ceaseless spinning, but don’t scream “STOP!”
Just accept that your brain’s become jelly
The dizziness will make you quickly drop
While the nausea comes quick to your belly
We must seem feeble to its metal mind
And its intimidating silver claws
It screeches laughter as you ride confined
And sadistically takes a tense pause
Everyone bow to the carnival king
Prostrate in the pain it is known to bring