The Speedboats Poem
07.11.2016 - 11.11.2016 34 °C
My Favourite Ride,
The Boats, the speedboats,
The gas steaming in our throats.
Our groups sitting in seats,
Look, we can even see the streets.
They told us it was a man made lake,
It’s so beautiful it seems almost fake.
The electricity comes from the dam,
Any little rock under and the boat goes Bam!
The set of our group of seven,
the trip simply seemed like heaven.
The wind blowing through our hair,
including that soft, delicate, sweet air.
The view, the view, look at those trees,
Can we stay a little longer, oh please, please, please.
Do you see the shiny, glimmering water,
Ugh, could the weather be any small degree hotter.
A thirty minute ride,
Through the islands and sites we glide.
People showing us the lake’s historical relation,
Except all I could think about was the smooth sensation.
The speed of the boat actually made the climate go cold,
It was going so fast we had to grip a side to hold.
This experience will always be one to treasure,
The extraordinary ride to the extent of its fabulous measure.