The Thrill of the Slide

A Poem

By Douglas E. Gogerty

Down and down I slide.
Faster and faster as I glide.
At the end there is a bump,
I have to know when to jump.

Closer and closer I get.
Nearer and nearer, but not yet.
I still have a little room.
I can press on. Down I zoom.

Quicker and quicker I go.
Bigger and bigger the bump grows.
I can no longer wait.
I have to jump. OUCH! too late!!!

Sharper and sharper the pain.
Louder and louder screams do rain.
The pain, it will subside.
Ah, the thrill of the slide.