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Skate Park Stud

Let me spin a little tale,
I'll tell it in rhyme.
'Bout the day I dropped in
the 12 foot the first time.
Finally cleared the funbox
with an ultra-fat air.
My tradmark disasters
made the little grommets stare.
I wasn't even winded;
in the zone, on a roll.
Pulling clean 360's in the mini,
never-ever missed a soul.
Thought I was a skate park stud,
guess I got a little too cocky.
Took my skates off,
and here's where it gets rocky.
I abandoned my faith,
and borrowed a deck.
Thought "yeah I can do it",
if not "What the heck?"
What's the worst that could happen?
I'll take a little fall.
I can already ollie,
but the skate gods were appalled.
They withdrew their favors,
which had kept me from harm.
When I dropped off the 6 foot,
coping broke my f@*k'n arm.

By CHJ

The Girl That Skated

I am sore, I am weak
From all this sweat I really reek
A girl on the half pipe?
Get real, they say
But who cares what they think?
I'll have it my way
Every weekend I go and get better than the last
If you have a problem with me skating
You can kiss my bruised ^ss
True, I bust a lot
And afterwards I don't look so hot
But that's okay, people say
'Cause I got something other girls don't got
Courage to get up there
And try my very best
At least I am trying
And that gets their respect
Yeah I'm a girl, a girl who skates
I got bruises to prove it
And lots of aches
But for now I am trying my very best
I hope you can see that
And give me some respect

The Mission

I am on a mission,
In search of my destiny.
My life is practically planned.
But what is my true identity?
I hate being yanked around and told what to do.
I can't take it anymore.
So this is the end of my life.
Hold it! What do I have here?
An escape, a pair of inline skates.
I put them on, and my mind clears.
Heart, body, mind, and soul become one.
Skating brought me courage and determination.
My "weird" skater buds, they are my true friends.
Though I am no Taig Khris,
My genisis has begun.
A doorway is open,
I know my destiny.
Now, I stand strong and proud.
To the world,
My hidden, true identity is revealed...
The aggressive inline skater.

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Poetry and Prose Alright, here I'm going to list some poetry for skating. Skating is poetic? You bet!
		Poetry Skate Park Stud Let me spin a little tale, I'll tell it in rhyme. 'Bout the day I dropped in the 12 foot the first time. Finally cleared the funbox with an ultra-fat air. My tradmark disasters made the little grommets stare. I wasn't even winded; in the zone, on a roll. Pulling clean 360's in the mini, never-ever missed a soul. Thought I was a skate park stud, guess I got a little too cocky. Took my skates off, and here's where it gets rocky. I abandoned my faith, and borrowed a deck. Thought "yeah I can do it", if not "What the heck?" What's the worst that could happen? I'll take a little fall. I can already ollie, but the skate gods were appalled. They withdrew their favors, which had kept me from harm. When I dropped off the 6 foot, coping broke my f@*k'n arm. By CHJ The Girl That Skated I am sore, I am weak From all this sweat I really reek A girl on the half pipe? Get real, they say But who cares what they think? I'll have it my way Every weekend I go and get better than the last If you have a problem with me skating You can kiss my bruised ^ss True, I bust a lot And afterwards I don't look so hot But that's okay, people say 'Cause I got something other girls don't got Courage to get up there And try my very best At least I am trying And that gets their respect Yeah I'm a girl, a girl who skates I got bruises to prove it And lots of aches But for now I am trying my very best I hope you can see that And give me some respect The Mission I am on a mission, In search of my destiny. My life is practically planned. But what is my true identity? I hate being yanked around and told what to do. I can't take it anymore. So this is the end of my life. Hold it! What do I have here? An escape, a pair of inline skates. I put them on, and my mind clears. Heart, body, mind, and soul become one. Skating brought me courage and determination. My "weird" skater buds, they are my true friends. Though I am no Taig Khris, My genisis has begun. A doorway is open, I know my destiny. Now, I stand strong and proud. To the world, My hidden, true identity is revealed... The aggressive inline skater.