A poem by Taylor
April 25, 2006
There's nothing more that I dislike
Riding on a scooter or bike
Than bumps.
They give you such a fright
Riding on a scooter or bike,
Those bumps.
There's nothing more that I dislike
Those things that are just like spikes
They make you fall down,
Down to the ground,
Bumps!
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