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.

 

THE BEST PRESENT

The best present in the world

Can’t be bought in the mall.

The best present in the world

Isn’t a bike or a ball.

The best present in the world

Can’t be caught like some bugs.

The best present in the world

Is simply one of your hugs.

 

PEOPLE OF COLOR

My best friend said that he

Was now a “person of color,”

Whereas I was simply “white.”

He used to call himself “black,”

Which to me was perfectly all right.

But my art teacher pointed out to us

That black is the absence of color.

Which shouldn’t really get him down,

Since he really isn’t black, but rather

A beautiful shade of brown.

Which is a color.

As are those with yellow, red or golden skin.

Whereas white, (my color),

Has all the other colors within.

Which I suppose through and through

Makes me colored too!

So it appears my best friend was simply in error,

We all seem to be “persons of color.”