I ONCE WAS DOPE

I rode on my new tricycle, and everyone said, I was dope,

I rode it straight up a steep hill, when all others gave up, and lost hope,

The next side, I went down by design,

It was a drop off, didn't end so fine,

Now, it will take a year to mend bones, and with the pain, it's hard to cope.

HERBIE THE FRYING OCTOPUS

An octopus swam like he could fly,

Through the water he swam like it was sky,

The octopus I named Herbie,

And, ran him in the Fish Derby,

He lost but made a splendid fish fry.