Eastwards, along the Thames, we leisurely cruise, <br />Taking in, all around us, some magnificent views. <br />We are given a live commentary, by our Guide, <br />As, past many places of interest, we now ride. <br /> <br />By the time, the speedboat reaches Canary Wharf, <br />There is far less river traffic, going to and forth. <br />Very suddenly, our boat picks up great speed; <br />To hold on tightly, there now is a great need. <br /> <br />As our boat zooms about, here and there, <br />The cold, wild wind whips through our hair. <br />The experience is just so totally exhilarating, <br />And, most definitely, well worth the waiting. <br /> <br />As the speedboat, merrily twists and turns, <br />The river water, below us, restlessly churns. <br />The boat zigzags about, rocking side to side; <br />In our seats, our bottoms can’t help but slide. <br /> <br />Over newly created waves, our boat now hops; <br />For a second, we’re flying, before we then drop. <br />We’re bumped about: just like at a fairground, <br />But, all too soon, our boat is homeward bound. <br /> <br />Our experience has really been just so thrilling; <br />To repeat it all, we are both more than willing. <br />A while later, we’re stood back upon dry land, <br />With another speedboat trip already planned.<br /><br />Angela Wybrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/speedboat-ride/
