Poem of the Week

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THE BALLAD OF WHEEL DEMON

I’m racing past the others,

Man, my wheels really burn!

Go zooming by, just watch me fly,

Rounding every turn.

They call me Wheel Demon,

And I must admit it’s true.

Gape at my tricks, my rolling antics,

As I go rolling through.

Tim challenged me on Monday

To a race around the school.

My wheels were hot,

His hopes got shot,

He was slower than a mule!

I impressed the girls on Tuesday

Popping wheelies round and round.

I’d go real fast,

And stop at last,

With a screeching, skidding sound!

I’m racing past the others,

Man, my wheels really burn!

Go zooming by, just watch me fly,

Rounding every turn.

They call me Wheel Demon,

And I must admit it’s true.

Gape at my tricks, my rolling antics,

As I go rolling through.

My wheels and I are partners–

Like man and his machine.

I can dribble a ball,

And not even fall,

On wheels I make it routine.

To my folks it’s aggravation.

But to me, it’s just a blast.

As I make people stare,

When they’re caught unaware,

That a wheelchair could go so fast!

I’m racing past the others,

Man, my wheels really burn!

Go zooming by, just watch me fly,

Rounding every turn.

They call me Wheel Demon,

And I must admit it’s true.

Gape at my tricks, my rolling antics,

As I go rolling through.