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This rhyme tells of a first-time experience aboard the Grand National at Pleasure Beach Blackpool.
The Grand National is a rare breed of coaster where the main body of the ride is not visible from the loading station,
or from any place in the park, so the severity of the ride caught the young author by surprise!


GRAND NATIONAL     GRANDMA BY THE SEA     SONG OF THE PLEASURE BEACH FAN!     


GRAND NATIONAL

A spectrum of lights a stoical cashier.
Intrigued, transfixed, intention unclear.
Cannot resist, powerless to try.
What lives beyond?  Or who? And why?

Lay down my wager welcome in line.
Chariot awaits, the pleasure's all mine.
Brakes release, gravity takes hold.
Journey a while elated and bold.

Ascending, panoramic, what valleys are these?
Tremulous hands grip tight in the stiffening breeze.
It's all a trick!  A cunning facade!
Croupier laughs at my misdealt card.

An animal caged within tracks in the sky.
The laughter grows faint, there's a look in his eye.
With chains removed, what way to go?
With intake of breath and painfully slow.

One second in Heaven, another in Hell.
The beast incensed by the gambler's smell.
With eyes closed tight, intense gnashing of molars.
Accompanying screams of under-track rollers.

Through the grace of a faithful lap-bar.
My contorted body in this hurtling car.
Forcibly bowed, confess your lies!
A further descent of considerable size.

What spectre most sinister torments his prey?
Oil stained joists and twisted stays.
Flesh bleached white, an abrasive wind blows.
Snatching owed breath, velocity slows.

The hand is completed with violent chicane.
My lifeblood racing, he shuffles again.
His invite's so tempting, such cruel cause.
This punter dishevelled pulls from the jaws.

Never again! Fools granted no mercy.
His eyes enraged continue to curse me.
Turnstile spins, roam not so near.
It feasts on your fragrance, that scent is pure fear.



Simon Baynham ©1998