Skateboard


You know me for the smooth transportation I give you.

My mother is a nice, lovely, pink-painted scooter.
My father is a rough, old, black-painted mountain bike.

I was born in a very kind, welcoming deck shop.
I currently live in a young teenager's comforting closet.

My best friend is an extravagant, outgoing sport bicycle,
because we share many things, and we love to cruise around.

My enemy is an atrocious, snobby surfboard with a wooden deck,
because he is always giving me a rough time with my Dora graphics.

I fear to be tossed out, and replaced by a rather small penny board,
because I want to be able to keep moving as agile, and swift as ever.

I love when people ride me at a rapid pace,
because the exhilaration on my grip tape feels absolutely amazing.

I am forbidden from those who never take risks,
and exciting to the eyes of the youth.

I am a skateboard!

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