Ready?
GO!
Round the ramp and up we go
Hold it, wall, stop! Slow!
This is not fair, you have
A motor in there
I have to use my hands!
Watch out, where that gurney stands?
Don’s crash into it, ouch, it lands
On top of me, poor
skinny guy
You shut up, lift me, try!
Man, some race this is, don’t laugh,
Sitting here against the wall
You go and call a nurse, be quick
I think I’m going to be sick.
No more racing? To my room?
Ohhh, the doom and gloom!
No more racing my friend
Don’t you snicker, it’s not the end!
I’ll get you, some day
Not today, but certainly not far away!
© Darren White
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