As I ride up to the skate park,
My wheels turning round,
I noticed a certan rider,
To his seat, he was bound,

I take my place and zoom,
Bounce over the hip,
I ride up the quarter-pipe,
High above the lip,

As I land onto the concrete floor,
I look over to the crowd,
I see the rider being taunted,
I hear the words really loud,

I ride over to the bullied rider,
And shout to the crowd “BACK OFF!”,
They wander off, mumbling harrassing words,
Trying to hide them in a fake cough,

The rider was an average height,
And seemed rather hurt,
His clothes were shoddy and ripped,
And His face was full of dirt,

The rider thanked me for my trouble,
I replied “No worries”
I took the rider down to Maccas,
And treated us to some McFlurries

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