Ode to Cedar Point
Written By Jeannette Dugas
Our trip will begin with a run to the Force,
The shortest way there will be the right course.
Off to the Big Red, a good one at that,
A photo of all 6 for us to laugh at.
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday & the riders scream,
If TTD is open, will it all be a dream?
Holy Fuck, Holy Fuck, Holy Fuck, as Jer would say,
Green Power Tower, Tony and Heather... "NO WAY!!"
The Wildcat took someone for quite a slide,
Which made for us a stinky ride.
Who will win now...red or blue,
Will J-Dogg's arms stay up? Will she follow through?
A Wicked Twist up to the sun,
Is sure to bring us a pile of fun.
Six inversion aboard the green beast,
Will the mighty gumwall be a great feast?
Five out of the six aboard the Falls,
The word is "wet", as Jeannet doesn't recall.
In the line at maXair a cool calm breeze,
The fried bus smell however, made us weak in the knees.
On board the Blue Streak will the rolling hills,
Our pain at the end will need some pills.
The wooden Mean Streak is sure to squeak,
The girls chests may be sore fore a week.
Then onto the Hawk, and into the sky,
Hoping its worth it, we can only try.
We'll eat at Dave's to finish our day,
When we're finished we'll waddle away.
Then home to the Breakers for some much needed rest,
With friends like this, this trip was the best!!!
Our trip will begin with a run to the Force,
The shortest way there will be the right course.
Off to the Big Red, a good one at that,
A photo of all 6 for us to laugh at.
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday & the riders scream,
If TTD is open, will it all be a dream?
Holy Fuck, Holy Fuck, Holy Fuck, as Jer would say,
Green Power Tower, Tony and Heather... "NO WAY!!"
The Wildcat took someone for quite a slide,
Which made for us a stinky ride.
Who will win now...red or blue,
Will J-Dogg's arms stay up? Will she follow through?
A Wicked Twist up to the sun,
Is sure to bring us a pile of fun.
Six inversion aboard the green beast,
Will the mighty gumwall be a great feast?
Five out of the six aboard the Falls,
The word is "wet", as Jeannet doesn't recall.
In the line at maXair a cool calm breeze,
The fried bus smell however, made us weak in the knees.
On board the Blue Streak will the rolling hills,
Our pain at the end will need some pills.
The wooden Mean Streak is sure to squeak,
The girls chests may be sore fore a week.
Then onto the Hawk, and into the sky,
Hoping its worth it, we can only try.
We'll eat at Dave's to finish our day,
When we're finished we'll waddle away.
Then home to the Breakers for some much needed rest,
With friends like this, this trip was the best!!!
This is so cute! The picture montage is perfect.
Posted by
Lunar Sister |
Thu Jun 15, 10:11:00 AM EDT
Lol nice ode. No pics of you though?
Posted by
Jen |
Thu Jun 15, 01:06:00 PM EDT
Oh P.S. You got me addicted. I was thinking about the email you sent me whilst at the grocery store and decided to buy some sour cream and onion rings. Evil, evil things, so good yet so very bad.
Thanks a lot pal.
;)
Posted by
Jen |
Thu Jun 15, 01:09:00 PM EDT