Scooter Poems - Poems about Scooter

when riding scooter we would need a computer to be our tutor...Read the rest...

Go ahead, ask me again Am I proud of my dear son Scott You can bet your sweet little bippy I am Proud as one of them peacocks Turned out to be a guru In the fast paced world of...Read the rest...

Scooter was never told no. He was always built up and admired. Adored by two ridiculously doting parents. If he did anything wrong, they covered it up. They lied about it. They gave him alibis. They did everything they could to...Read the rest...

We scootered to first grade today, Passing buses and cars on the way. With no sidewalks to ride on My grandson relied on My guidance so safe he would stay. By the curb's where he needed to be Which, of course,...Read the rest...

Guilt is immortal Grief can live only in the tender hours, in the sweet bittersweet tender days - the days who number some number unknown to all, felt by each... If guilt makes its home where seeds of grief are sown...Read the rest...

Trump On A Scooter While Trump rode on a scooter, He had come across a computer; Quite confused, And misused; A detective looking for a looter. Jim Horn...Read the rest...

In nice weather… My scooter takes me places I want to go. Alive with such invigorating rides, I love so. I cherish the fun as the wind opens my mind so free. My scooter has brought more than expected...Read the rest...

They watch, they see, not telling thee of their eyes everywhere In your house, your bed, following you anywhere on scooters woven in faux green, yelling tell you look large and seated, tracking you, looking for what you...Read the rest...

Boy and His Scooter Dr. James E. Martin ©January, 2014 The scooter scooted along As he sang his favorite song. He hit a big bump, And took quite a lump, On the scooter he does not belong!...Read the rest...

Go ahead, ask me Am I'm proud of my dear son Scott You can bet your sweet little bippy I am Proud as one of them peacocks Turned out to be a guru In the fast paced world of computers There...Read the rest...

I refuse to ever own a car as long as our children are being slaughtered in the middle eastern war. Public transportation gets me generally where I have to go, but sometimes not all the way. That's when...Read the rest...

I was a strange child. I never crawled as a child. I always scooted. Scooted right on my behind. Until I began to walk....Read the rest...

I have a scooter made in Eighty six Which usually starts After four and ninety kicks To get detected its numerous snags I spend hours in a garage Yet its perfect health Eludes me like a mirage Often the oilseal leak Or...Read the rest...