Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Downhill Solo

When I was a five year old tyke

Mom and Dad took me to a hill

For my first ride upon a bike.

My excitement I can feel still.

At the top of the hill I sat

Upon the bike, then Mom let go

For my first bike ride that

I was all by myself to know

The thrill of such a first time feat.

At the bottom of the hill, Dad

Was waiting there for me to meet.

He stopped the bike, but toss I had.

Some mixed feelings we two both felt,

As I struck Dad below the belt.