BOY ON HIS BIKE

He hurtles around the

Corner

Paying no heed to his

Mother as she calls

Slow down, slow down

Zooming up the straight

Calling to anyone who will

Listen

I’m ok I wont fall

Here I come

Finally he slows around

The corners

Still speeding down

The straight

I’m having a long ride

Who will race me?

Ready, mark, set, go

Mum’s not looking

He hurtles around

The corner.