Jumping Off A Bike

• Andrew Fernando, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2013

I had a friend named Ryan,
He got a bike named Jake,
He rode around on his bike made of iron,
He did tricks until he went for cake,

I was seven and we were playing at the park,
He rode around and I kicked a ball,
We played until a doberman would bark,
I was scared and ran in the scout hall,

He raced away downhill,
He held the bars like two hand irons,
He wents so fast his nose turned into a bill,
Then he lept, is it a bird no its flying Ryan,

Jacob the gazelle leaped from his bike,
Heading for a large mattress outside a hut,
When he hit the mattress, SIKE,
He yelled "Ow,the mattress is iron, my butt"