(On The Dave Burrow’s Walk, Margate, Tasmania)
Wee Will lay sprawled across that old, bush track,
His pride spread throughout the nearby bracken.
The Supascoota finished upon his back . . .
There’s a first time for anything, I reckon.
A photo of the Supascootateers
Was my intent when this disaster struck,
With phone in hand, across the verge I veers
Where . . . in a split second, all became unstuck!
A rear wheel powered up a hidden stump,
Toppling my supascoota on its side.
I landed with a loud, resounding thump
Under the scooter . . . no longer astride.
My companions helped me to my feet,
Concerned, following my dramatic fall . . .
Pride shattered, a bloody knee, but complete!
Inattention preceded my downfall.
Now that I’m calm and settled inside
I can safely say, “Holy shit . . . what a ride!”
June 22 2022.