I still recall that Sunday when the gate

was opened to the theme park of my fate.

The crowd rushed in, I tagged along to see

who'd pay to ride the roller coaster me.

The dodgem cars came in and out of view

depending on one's place there in the queue,

they crashed and burned, a tragic, sorry shame,

and no-one raised their hand to take the blame.

As laughing clowns all yawned a sordid laugh

I fax'd myself to educate the staff

who didn't know the meaning of "Parade"

as all my inner feelings were displayed.

The water park was empty, dry and cold,

apparently a drought had taken hold,

so patrons wandered over to the zoo

and watched albino pandas bill and coo.

A fire broke out inside the haunted house,

I blamed it on a masochistic mouse,

the holes were there, as evidence for all,

I'd known that there'd been something in that wall.

The fireworks were almost too unreal,

I gazed into a cosmic catherine wheel,

then fell into a trance as rockets flared,

the theme park closed its gates - but no-one cared.