Riding My 4 Wheeler
It was a very
sunny day.
I went in the
garage and started the
4 wheeler.
I get on and I rode
out of the garage.
I rode as fast
as I can.
It was bumpy I turned as hard
as I could and I pushed the brake.
I pushed the gas and I was trying
to ramp but I missed.
The tire popped and I tried to
push it inside of the garage.
The next day I was caught.
I had to pay with my allowance.
It wasn’t that bad.
the next day was even better
because it was fixed.
I was happy that I wasn’t grounded.
I still could ride.
-DeShawn
May 5th, 2008 at 1:04 pm
hey nice poem! it was very good. i have a dirt bike and a quad! (4 wheeler)i crashed my quad and it was fixed just like in your poem!
May 13th, 2008 at 1:32 pm
Deshawn this is a great poem and next time you ride ur 4 wheeler i hope u hit the ramp next time.
May 13th, 2008 at 3:04 pm
I like your line breaks!
It reminds me about the time I crashed on a 4 wheeler! It hurt…
=)*smiles*(=
May 13th, 2008 at 3:23 pm
your poem is good because it has good use of words.
May 15th, 2008 at 1:07 pm
when i ride my 4 wheeler i love the breeze through my hair.