He gets up in the morning
And goes out the door,
Jumps onto his board
And skates to the store.
After school he grabs a snack,
Then skates down the street,
Without looking back,
To the friends he'll meet.
Off they go, boards roll and wind,
Up curbs, then down ramps,
Catch the rail and grind....
Stay off your behind! !
Home again, its dinner-time.
Knees bleed, voices whine,
Doctor up and eat....
Time to hit the street! !
Three-sixty flip off the ledge,
Ollie, keep the edge....
Elevator down.
Say 'Goodbye' to town.
Home again and time for bed.
Dreams of grip tape rips,
Broken trucks, split boards....
All in the day of
Nic, my Skateboard Lord! !
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