I wobble,
I teeter,
I hug the wall
I'm a cheater.
Four wheels
on each foot,
I roll a ways
and then kaput!
Arms windmilling,
I grasp air and flail.
But I won't give up -
I refuse to fail.
Slow and slothful -
I step-roll, step-roll.
Instead of skating
I'd rather bowl.
I read someone else a few days ago writing of their utter failure at roller-skating. This might have helped them! They were frustrated!
ReplyDeleteMy youngest went roller skating for the first time this week...there were moments when she wanted to be bowling, but overall she said she'd like to go again. = )
DeleteThank you. How nice poem!
ReplyDeleteThank YOU, Dorothy for commenting on my poem. =)
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