Best Scooter Poems

Boy and His Scooter
Dr. James E. Martin
©January, 2014

The scooter scooted along
As he sang his favorite song.
He hit a big bump,
And took quite a lump,
On the scooter he does not belong!...

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They watch, they see, not telling thee of their eyes everywhere
In your house, your bed, following you anywhere
on scooters woven in faux green, yelling tell you look
large and seated, tracking you, looking for what you took
RUN RUN, for they cannot, they paint themselves in dance
wash...

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Go ahead, ask me
Am I'm proud of my dear son Scott
You can bet your sweet little bippy I am
Proud as one of them peacocks

Turned out to be a guru
In the fast paced world of computers
There ain't no problem my Scottie can't solve
Nuttin' can stump my...

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In nice weather…
My scooter takes me places I want to go.
Alive with such invigorating rides, I love so.
I cherish the fun as the wind opens my mind so free.
My scooter has brought more than expected to me.
After all the fresh air, wind and scenes to...

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I was a strange child.
I never crawled as a child.
I always scooted.
Scooted right on my behind.
Until I began to walk....

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I refuse to ever own a car
as long as our children are being slaughtered in the middle eastern war.
Public transportation gets me generally where I have to go, but sometimes not all the way.
That's when I unfold my electric scooter to get me the rest...

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I have a scooter made in Eighty six
Which usually starts 
After four and ninety kicks
To get detected its numerous snags
I spend hours in a garage
Yet its perfect health
Eludes me like a mirage

Often the oilseal leak
Or the oring and the kick
Sometimes clutch goes haywire
Or suddenly there...

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Go ahead, ask me again
Am I proud of my dear son Scott
You can bet your sweet little bippy I am
Proud as one of them peacocks

Turned out to be a guru
In the fast paced world of computers
There ain't no problem my Scottie can't solve
Nuttin' can stump...

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Trump On A Scooter

While Trump rode on a scooter,
He had come across a computer;
Quite confused,
And misused;
A detective looking for a looter.

Jim Horn...

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Scooter was never told no.
He was always built up and admired.
Adored by two ridiculously doting parents.
If he did anything wrong, they covered it up.
They lied about it.
They gave him alibis.
They did everything they could to deny his truth.

Scooter became addicted to drugs.
His parents knew something...

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We scootered to first grade today,
Passing buses and cars on the way.
With no sidewalks to ride on
My grandson relied on
My guidance so safe he would stay.

By the curb's where he needed to be
Which, of course, would have pacified me
But somehow he kept shifting
And soon he...

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when riding scooter

we would need a computer

to be our tutor...

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Guilt is immortal

Grief can live only in the tender hours,
in the sweet bittersweet tender days -
the days who number some number
unknown to all, felt by each...

If guilt makes its home where
seeds of grief are sown by circumstance,
watered by the downpour tears of the broken,
lit by...

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