I’m in the dark. You leave me out of everything. How am I supposed to know anythin… I’m not. But you ask anyways.

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

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

Yum! A squishy berry Fills my mouth with sweet What a taste to carry It’s something that I greet The best food every grown

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

Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else

Life is a road Everyone must take People come and go But they leave in different ways. Love is a river

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chiming Rhyming In a tone Beats Raps