Deadly Racing

It was a while ago, but I still Remember my perilous ride down Death Hill. T’was a nice day to have a race Little did I know what I was soon to face My friends Cody and Bryce were there Unaware of the burden we’d soon have to bear I told them my plan; they wanted to join in We walked up a hill, our bikes we were towin’ When we reached the top, we got into place E’eryone excited about the big race My brother Frank counted, “three, two, one” When he said go, we shot off like a gun What happened next went by in a flash I looked back over my shoulder, then crash I ran into a parked pick-up truck My bike hit Bryce, who ran out of luck I flew off my bike, face skidding the road Swelling up like a big warty toad Bryce fell down, sliding hard His skin ripping up, tattered and scarred We both cried out, bruised and bleeding Medical attention is what we were needing To fix our scars, mend our wounds As we both puffed up like clown-made balloons I had to stay home, a week off school Which sounds kind of fun but wasn’t that cool When your lips look like caterpillars Stuffed to the brim with cream cheese fillers Ever since then, I’ve remembered that day It’s not the most joyful or happy, but hey It’s my life, I choose how to live it Although when on bikes, I hesitate to pivot. re)