Smooth Ride

allegory

Fred and I at the top of the Empire State

had a sudden notion we both rate as great.

Grab the moment, commit to the leap,

take the obvious shortcut, save wear on the feet.

We looked at that gravity field immense,

glanced at each other, ducked under the fence.

Now Fred's a great scientist, one of the bestest,

and it's known that he works under heat like asbestos.

We're both sure he'll find a good way to arrest us.

For now it's great soaring, not feeling Earth's tug

looking in windows and watching eyes bug.

It's the greatest of fun. I can't wait for more.

I just got a wink from the forty-third floor.

I turn my neck and look over at Fred,

he must have it now, he's scratching his head.