My helmet, it protected me While riding through Schenectady On my trusty, rusty, ten-speed bike.
I like to let my hair blow free, But without my head, there'd be no ME, Thus I wear this shell that I don't like.
Some like to spout philosophy From platforms or on bended knee That freedom, basic freedom, is their right.
But a corner that is slippery Or any other tragedy Could leave them just a plaque marked, "Here lies Mike"
Or "Jen" or "Sam" or "Stephanie"-- Their families sobbing endlessly... So please:
Wear your helmet when you ride a bike!
Hip Hop
Hip hop music – basses thump, Hands up high – fist pump bump.
Move your body – stomp your feet, Feel the rhythm – catch that beat!
Phil the Photographer
Frippery-frappery Phil the Photographer Snapped off some photos of Fancy-type folk. Flashing montages of Phantasmagoria, Phil was just thrilled with the Chills he’d provoke.
Success
You want to write for little kids, For ‘tweens, or young adults. You know success—and maybe fame-- Will be your end results.
You tell your friends you’re serious, A novel’s gaining ground. Your poetry is piling up-- An agent must be found!
But truth be told you’re filled with guilt; It’s rare your butt’s in chair. The kid lit dream seems out of reach-- You’re tearing out your hair.
A partnership is what you need, With strangers or a friend, Who’ll hold you to a daily goal-- And praise you without end.
You’ll meet your goals and feel your joy Increase as you progress. A team makes work seem more like play-- And that is true success!