I went to Disneyland and I had to write a poem about my experience.
Oh my where can I start,
Disneyland is always busy,
don’t people have to work for a living.
It’s supposed to be so much fun,
but the lines are always super long.
This is supposed to be happiest place on Earth,
but by the end of the day everything is empty, even my purse.
The rides are super fun,
but if you blink the ride is done.
You can hear kids scream,
because the parents say “no” to ice cream.
I see people eating big turkey legs,
and see workers role play.