HEADBANGER

When I was very young
Certainly pre-school age
I had a little tricycle which I loved
One day 
I decided that I could ride it down steps
I was wrong
"Whaaaaaah! Me 'air 'urts!"
"He's banged his head. You're alright
You're not bleeding so shut up skriking."

A day or two later on the same tricycle
Tearing down the hill opposite our house 
In the middle of the road
It was a time when cars were rare on councel estates
Indeed, ice-cream men rode push-bikes
With big ice boxes on the front containing his wares
And there was one on the road
Of course, I manage to hit it
"Whaaaaaaaa!!!"
"There there, yer alright, lad. Have a free ice-cream."
"Whaaaa - oh, ok."

My parents kept the front gate closed after that
I wasn't tall enough to reach the latch
They wouldn't let me ride my tricycle
Unless there was an adult present
So now that I was safe
I promptly fell over the dog and banged my head on the gate
"Whaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!" 

                                   By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[Solar]

A delightful poem - and a moral in the 'tail'.

[Phil Roberts]

thank you very much!

[Solar]

You're welcome - enjoyed reading the 'voice' in the poem.

[Phil Roberts]

thanks again :D