The scooter poem

This is my scooter poem I hope you like it.;)

The scooter By Emma Morrison

I have always been the lucky  

one, this year I got a new

scooter Its purple
and green.

I rode it every weekend

until  my mum starting
to shout  at me .

It had a  skull on
the front of it.

Scootering up and down

the road I pushed so
heard  my head feld

like I was going up

side down.

Going down my head

always started to spin

in a circle .

One night I creeped out
side got the keys and
I un lock  the door then

I will stop and stare at

my scooter.

It was getting late

and dark I new

tomorrow  was Monday
I said goodbye to my

scooter so  then I went to
sleep.

I just loved that scooter;)