Going faster than lightning on a ride down the hill,
The chain snapped a link as I spun round the mill.
The wind it was howling,
A small dog started growling,
While I whizzed past, having a thrill.
I was heading for somewhere I never had been,
Going fast down the hill on a shiny machine.
I hit a large pothole,
My bike did a roll,
And I ended up dunked in the stream.
© Sean P. Ransom.