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Categories:
scooter, inspiration,
Form: Shape
when riding scooter
we would need a computer
to be our tutor
Categories:
scooter, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
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 my Scooter
Destined to make big bucks
In the fast paced world of promotions
Not too long fore he's living on easy street
People will say what's this commotion
The commotion will be my Scottie
Setting the pharmaceutical world on fire
With ingenious solutions to all their problems
Reaching goals to which I aspired
Was once a guru like Scooter
Was a whole lot different in those days
No computers, just a big bunch of magic markers
Creating ads the old fashioned way
Go ahead, ask me again
Am I'm proud of my dear Scooter boy
You better believe it, I'm over the top thrilled
He's my absolute pride and joy!
Categories:
scooter, pride,
Form: Rhyme
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 was different.
It was the family secret.
They did not tell anyone.
Keeping it close to their breasts.
One day Scooter’s Daddy was on the tractor.
Dad! Scooter said, “Mom is acting funny!”
Daddy found Scooter’s Mom dead on the floor
A butcher knife in her heart.
She is really funny, right Dad?
Dad had no words.
She was taken away that day.
Scooter was taken away two days later.
He now lives in prison with an inmate who is not an admirer.
Learning there is another side to life.
Categories:
scooter, drug, parents,
Form: Prose Poetry
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 was drifting -
Not safe, I am sure you'd agree.
I've enjoyed all our walks Friday morn
So the scooter request had me torn.
Though, for speed, it made sense
It made me much too tense;
Back to walking, for sure, I am sworn.
Categories:
scooter, grandson,
Form: Limerick
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
Categories:
scooter, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
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 see,
I then return with a clear mind, as calm as can be.
Heidi Sands
3/30/17
Categories:
scooter, appreciation, freedom, fun,
Form: Rhyme
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 away wash away Jiya and all, who hurt them every chance!
Why do you tell me my stomach to swell
For I dance far more well
I am Whitney I can shine
Till I meet with my cursed divine!
Twirl, leap, shake, hop!
Yet Jiya can hardly make a bop
For I move mountains and rivers and seas
While others move at her every step for she bears smaller than me
Injustice! Terror! All and All! Taken in my name
I have been committed injustices grave
For I am Whitney, big, fat, fabulous and free!
For all I am ,scooter to hat,you must accept me.
Categories:
scooter, abuse, anger, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse
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!
Categories:
scooter, humorous, boy,
Form: Limerick
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 Scooter
Destined to make big bucks
In the fast paced world of promotions
Not too long fore he's living on easy street
People will say what's this commotion
The commotion will be my Scottie
Setting the pharmaceutical world on fire
With ingenious solutions to all their problems
Reaching goals to which I aspired
Was once a guru like Scooter
Was a whole lot different in those days
No computers, just a big bunch of magic markers
Creating ads the old fashioned way
Go ahead, ask me
Am I'm proud of my dear Scooter boy
You better believe it, I'm over the top thrilled
He's my absolute pride and joy!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Do you think I'm a proud Papa?
Categories:
scooter, family, love, world,
Form: Quatrain
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 of the way.
Most times I'll just simply ride my bike to where ever I have to go.
When I start feeling fatigued, I turn on the electric power. My bike is electric also.
Average cost of an electric scooter and bike: Under $5,000.00
Average cost of an automobile: $20 - $35,000.00
Categories:
scooter, travel, me,
Form: Rhyme
I was a strange child.
I never crawled as a child.
I always scooted.
Scooted right on my behind.
Until I began to walk.
Categories:
scooter, childhood, life, social
Form: Tanka
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 is flat tyre
Many a times in the midst of traffic
Abruptly stops and refuses to move
And i have to take it aside for spark-plug
To remove and check carbon deposit
But with shock dicover missing of tools-kit
Mechanics widely differ in diagnosis
Some think its compression is low
Others find fault with petrol's flow
Categories:
scooter, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form: Heroic Couplet