Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

A steaming kettle About to explode A moment passes by A high shriek Pierces the air

I’m on the diving board Looking in the water I will not give up I will not falter Still looking down

Poems, poems, are everywhere On the ground and in your hair 'Cause that’s true, there’s some t… Use on up and I won’t care Read them out; don’t despair

Why? Why must everyone write with woe? Why do they? Why do you think of dark? Why do people cry?

The Cheetah runs The Cheetah fly’s The Cheetah jumps The Cheetah glides But it is none

Years, ticking by Ticking by By-and-by On their way To age me still

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

It’s a magical thing A pencil A thing you use Every day And take it

Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Rhythm of rain On my window

Swish! YES! Score! As the ball sails through the air, landing neatly in the corner of the goal. Swish! YES! Score! She does it again! Swish! YES! Score! Look at her go, pounding down th...

First As the Pink Panthers Small children Play on even tinier fields. Second

Chiming Rhyming In a tone Beats Raps

A drip, A drop A flip, A flop A tick, A tock On the door A clip[, A clop