Who was that guy?
By Measer
Disclaimer--
I own EE... Just kidding... That's not the truth by far!
It's actually owned by Columbia, Sony, CBS and Tri-Star.
That's right big corporations own this wonderful show,
I write out of love, not profit, just to let you know.
Okay on with the poem...
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I take a deep breath ready to do this dare.
Listening to my friends cheer without a care.
Waiting atop the stairs, ready to take my ride,
A dare to grind the whole rail, fakie boardslide.
Pushing off with my left foot, causing momentum...
Wearing protective pads because my friend Joe, lent 'em...
But a helmet is a piece of gear I seem to be missing.
I can't think about that now, that thought quickly dismissing.
I hop onto the rail with perfect balance and stance.
Gravity pulling downward... Chicken out? Naw, not a chance!
What a rush, I can't believe I'm actually doing this feat.
I can feel and hear my heart as it quickly beat...
Something is wrong, halfway down I realize...
My balance starts to wavier, I just can't equalize...
Oh crap... Joe's pads are a bit big for my small frame,
I'm beginning to wonder why I do stuff that's so inane...
Knee pads down to ankles and elbow pads slide down to wrist,
I can hear my mom's warnings about stunts like this.
Instinctively I flap my arms as if that enough to stall...
my eventually meeting with the concrete as I continue to fall.
A guy rushes up the stairs with couch cushions in his hands,
telling me to hang on like I can listen to his demands...
He tosses the cushions in my general direction.
Two bounced off the rail but I caught one section.
I plummet to the stairs, but the cushion breaks my fall.
I look up at him and he looks quite tall...
Like the Flash and Impulse with super speed...
He saved me in my time of need...
He ran off after he asked me if I was all right,
Like Batman or Spawn off into the night.
Uninjured, I won't give that another try!
Wondering to myself, who was that guy?
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The End.
Don't forget to write a review! Thanks for reading!
By Measer
Disclaimer--
I own EE... Just kidding... That's not the truth by far!
It's actually owned by Columbia, Sony, CBS and Tri-Star.
That's right big corporations own this wonderful show,
I write out of love, not profit, just to let you know.
Okay on with the poem...
----
I take a deep breath ready to do this dare.
Listening to my friends cheer without a care.
Waiting atop the stairs, ready to take my ride,
A dare to grind the whole rail, fakie boardslide.
Pushing off with my left foot, causing momentum...
Wearing protective pads because my friend Joe, lent 'em...
But a helmet is a piece of gear I seem to be missing.
I can't think about that now, that thought quickly dismissing.
I hop onto the rail with perfect balance and stance.
Gravity pulling downward... Chicken out? Naw, not a chance!
What a rush, I can't believe I'm actually doing this feat.
I can feel and hear my heart as it quickly beat...
Something is wrong, halfway down I realize...
My balance starts to wavier, I just can't equalize...
Oh crap... Joe's pads are a bit big for my small frame,
I'm beginning to wonder why I do stuff that's so inane...
Knee pads down to ankles and elbow pads slide down to wrist,
I can hear my mom's warnings about stunts like this.
Instinctively I flap my arms as if that enough to stall...
my eventually meeting with the concrete as I continue to fall.
A guy rushes up the stairs with couch cushions in his hands,
telling me to hang on like I can listen to his demands...
He tosses the cushions in my general direction.
Two bounced off the rail but I caught one section.
I plummet to the stairs, but the cushion breaks my fall.
I look up at him and he looks quite tall...
Like the Flash and Impulse with super speed...
He saved me in my time of need...
He ran off after he asked me if I was all right,
Like Batman or Spawn off into the night.
Uninjured, I won't give that another try!
Wondering to myself, who was that guy?
-----
The End.
Don't forget to write a review! Thanks for reading!