Oscar Stew

Here’s a story on how strange life is with its changes
And it happened only a few days ago.
On a neighborhood street, where the fescue arranges
A playground about 2 months from the snow
Lived a girl with a bicycle all covered in pink,
With Belle, Snow White, and Cinderella I think,
Such a source of great frustration
That it caused her to scream.
And she’d break out in tantrum-like rants.

Then one day:

A-crashin’ down the street
Came Brinley unaware of the pedals under her feet.
This rage of the rage, this severe loss of hope…

Caused Ellie to pause and check out her sis.
“Hey kid, why the mope?”

Rowan said, “She used to be something on a bike with four wheels,
And she’d ride in the sunlight and show off her skills,
Then Daddy hauled it away in a manner quite rough
Removed the trainers all while I’ve been here on my duff.”

Now sometimes you stay up and sometimes you fall down,
When you find that you’re down well don’t just look around:
You still got a pink bike, a helmet and fine feet,
Get your balance in the right place and hey, you’re complete!

Now as for the ridin’, you can do more,
You can reach great heights, in fact you can soar (please don’t!)
You just get a pedal up and ya push it on down,
And you’ll find you’re making the wheels go around.

Around, around, and around.
It’s been 20 minutes since you’ve cried!
I think you’ve got it after finally giving it a try! Hi Ellie, Hi!

So every day now, just after dinner,
We load them up and make sure everyone’s a winner,
And we all go on a bike ride, doesn’t matter where.
We’re having fun together, so we don’t really care,
As long as the wheels go round, round, round, and around.

Now in this world of ups and downs
So nice to know that Brinley’s confidence now abounds.