Running fast On the bare terrain Might be your last So enjoy the strain Predator is last
Today Is a cloudy day No. It really is. I promise.
Chiming Rhyming In a tone Beats Raps
The Cheetah runs The Cheetah fly’s The Cheetah jumps The Cheetah glides But it is none
Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click
Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else
The darkness eases it’s way Seeps Into my soul Willing itself To go
First As the Pink Panthers Small children Play on even tinier fields. Second
Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Rhythm of rain On my window
It’s a magical thing A pencil A thing you use Every day And take it
I’m on the diving board Looking in the water I will not give up I will not falter Still looking down
A steaming kettle About to explode A moment passes by A high shriek Pierces the air
Years, ticking by Ticking by By-and-by On their way To age me still
Swish! YES! Score! As the ball sails through the air, landing neatly in the corner of the goal. Swish! YES! Score! She does it again! Swish! YES! Score! Look at her go, pounding down th...