Cos who doesn't love coning?

You've Got It Wrong

I shiver
in excited anticipation
as I am put out
for display.
I am stunning,
not a fault on my body.
I am perfect.

"Here you go,"
the boy says,
handing me
to a teenager girl
through a window.
I feel the
butterflies
whip
through
me.
This is
the moment
I have dreamed of.
This is
my moment
to shine -

With a giggle,
the girl latches
onto my face,
taking me out
of the boy's hand.
What!
That's not
how it goes!
She's got it wrong!
She's supposed
to grab onto
my legs, not my
head!

"Thanks!"
she says cheerily
to the boy before
driving away.
She squeals
with excitement
to her companion
in the next seat.

"Ohmigod! I did it!"
she shrieks.
"It hasn't even
fallen
over
yet!"

I feel
a peculiar
tingling in my legs.
What's going on?

"Ohmigod,
look out!"
the girl screams.

SPLAT!
My legs are
yanked off
by gravity,
and land
in the girl's
lap.

"Oh, crap!"
she shouts.

Oh, crap,
indeed.