A Painful Lesson
My dad was a wonderful father. He worked nights (which meant I only had to worry about his spankings on weekends), he always wanted to keep up with the neighbors (which I used mercilessly against him when the neighbor kids had something I didn't) and he didn't always tell me things I needed to know (a little more knowledge, instead of learning everything on my own would've been nice at times).
This man is still alive. Sometimes, I praise myself for my self control.
Here's a "Simon Rhymin'" poem to let you know why.
My first bike was not to brag
balloon tires made it a drag.
At first glance I questioned the buy
a girl’s bike, bought for a guy.
Down the hill my balance improved
so fast my hair was wind moved.
Steering learned I avoided a rake
I wished I’d learned how to brake.
No option I jerked it around
flipping bike and I to the ground.
bleeding knee I started to cry
damn girl’s bike, not one for a guy.
Back up the hill I pushed strong
learned to brake and pedal long.
Desiring new life’s visions to see
just my damn girl’s bike, and me.
A friend’s bike one day I did ride
a boy’s bike with center bar inside.
Racing faster down road e’er before
I wanted this bike to explore.
Back I rode to my waiting friend
my journey coming soon to an end.
Stopping quick, I jumped off the seat
center bar, my groin it did meet.
After pain, I rode my bike home
no more on boy’s bike would I roam.
Didn’t like that pain evidently
I just rode my girl’s bike, bought for me.
A lesson of life I was taught
Be careful with things that are sought.
The sunshine's always after the rain
and there’s nothing worse than groin pain.
A Final Word
I debated long and hard to publish this or not. In fact, I even deleted it once. Yet, it is meant in jest only. There are many beautiful and philisophical poems available to read on Hubpages. This, is not one of them. It was written simply to make you smile. Hopefully, it succeeded. If not, C'est le Vie!
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