-
Get Equipped With Band-Aid!
This explains, in great-to-little detail, how I learned to fly.
****
Flying down the hill,
riding a bike with no brakes
to my friend's new house.
He got Mega Man!
The fourth one in the series.
I was excited.
Christmas came early,
but I forgot one detail.
My bike wasn't fixed!
Falling down the hill,
a hostage to momentum,
nearing my demise.
A curb stopped me short.
I flew over the handles
onto the sidewalk.
Friction helped me stop---
for that I was not grateful---
I was bleeding bad.
The doomed vehicle
landed squarely on my chest
with wheels still spinning.
My friend's mom saw me;
she's a nurse and was concerned.
My friend also ran.
What was my response?
I didn't cry or complain.
I said: "That was cool!"
Posting Permissions
- You may not post new threads
- You may not post replies
- You may not post attachments
- You may not edit your posts
-
Forum Rules
Bookmarks