This reminds me – <br />speeding on my bike <br />twin sister ahead of me <br />if she doesn’t hesitate I don’t slack off <br />approaching stop signs down-hill <br />I accelerate she brakes <br />suddenly – I cannot <br /> <br />out of the corner of my eye <br />car seen approaching <br />pedalling harder – stopping <br />would have been fatal <br />sweeping past a pair of shocked <br />driver’s eyes <br />he stops – lectures twin <br />threatens to complain but she gets away; <br />this does not stop her trying to steer <br />with hands crossed right over left anyway – <br />fell – still has the scar across her eye <br />more concerned about <br />pulling down her skirt <br />the blood pouring from her eye <br />I couldn’t stop <br />strangers took her for medical help <br />bicycles are dangerous <br />but what amazing sensations – <br />What Glorious Fun!<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-glorious-fun-rev/
