Benny got a pogo stick
which really was a shame,
cause pogoing his way through town
became his only aim.
He climbed up on his pogo stick,
and he began to bound,
plunging off whatever thing
that reckless twit-head found.
He pogoed off a great big rock!
He pogoed off a fence!
He pogoed off the neighbours’ dog
which made the neighbours tense.
He pogoed to a parking lot
and pogoed off some cars,
then pogoed to a children’s park
and off the monkey bars!
He unnerved everyone he met,
and none could make him stop,
until that silly, reckless boy
pogoed off a cop!
The Lonely Meatball 
Then it was “Uh-oh” time. I was never very good with them when I was a kid and now they don’t make them for, er, people of a certain size.lolol
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Then I think that’s one of the benefits of begin a certain size — you don’t have to think about pogo sticks!
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🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 That is a very positive statement.
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You know, I don’t think I ever saw a pogo stick when I was a kid. Now hula hoops? Those were fun!
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I don’t think I ever saw a pogo stick either, and I expect that’s part of the reason I’ve never broken a bone. (Touch wood!)
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