NaPoWriMo #21: Carousel

Within the sleepy seaside town
Quiet mostly all year round
There sits a creaky carousel
Amidst the indoor antique mall

Staffed by a bowler hatted teen
His head craned over cellphone screen
His body barely comes alive
When visitors look for a ride

The rein is grasped with sticky hands
The speakers play a forgotten band
As crankshafts whir above in turns
To send them on their short sojourn

The cracked war horse moves up and down
As the turntable makes its round
The humped back camel doesn’t move;
They put some bolts through his hooves

The ostrich leaps with nimble toes
As clear light bulbs above him glows
Behind a bench on which to sit;
No one wants to ride on it.


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