Who Is Driving This Bike
Who is driving this bike? Someone yelled in a scream.
Animals were falling off in all directions, this was some dream!
We will probably stop after we crash into something I said.
We were all giggling uncontrollably, our faces were red.
We are making great time! Yelled a mouse or a mole.
Then of course we went flying for we had hit a hole.
Who was driving that bike? We all asked each other.
Laughing like hyenas who had gobsmacked their mother.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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