Thought it was perfect before,
When a maniacal archer set the wheels in motion
thrills began with screams and chills
(This ride ain't for the faint hearted)
coastin' to the exit, arrow between my eyes
led away to the tilt-a-whirl, spun, circumnavigated,
and as I became cognizant once again,
noticed the blue fletched shaft
protruding between your breasts, spoke,
in surprise,
'Damn, Baby, does that hurt?'
you thwacked the one between my eyes, laughed,
made me wonder, 'what ride is this...
that sets the mind to buzzing so.'
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