
Tommy got some roller skates
and slapped them on his feet.
He rolled outside and looked around —
these roller skates were neat!
He rolled up to the front yard gate
and opened it with glee.
Skating down the street, he knew,
would make him feel quite free.
To the corner he did skate
with underwhelming skill,
then turned the corner, and too late —
he spied the downward hill!
He didn’t have the skill to stop,
so down the hill he swept.
Everyone who saw him pass
screamed and yelled and wept.
But Tommy was a lucky guy
because he hit a bump.
It launched him up into the air
much like a skier’s jump.
Tommy fell into a tree
and upside down he hung.
He’s really not a stupid guy —
the trouble is he’s young.
That’s why what Tommy learned that day
is if you want a thrill —
buckle up your roller skates
and find yourself a hill!
Ha, ha! I loved “underwhelming skill!” I figured that hitting the big bump was gonna knock his skates off, but having it launch him into a tree works, too. Cute poem!
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Thank you!
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Wonderful!
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Roller skating – ice skating, only with hills – so not the same at all!
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And when you hit a certain age you get over that hill and start downhill, lol.
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That’s for sure!!
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