I revved up my glossy green motor,
ready to run my usual rota.
I sped along in delirium and delight.
My jumpsuit felt lovely and light.
I felt I could gallop from dusk to dawn,
as unbridled as a Unicorn,
without my heavy clothes and school’s safety rules,
that wear me down like whizzing whirlpools.
The air rippled my jumpsuit and ruffled my hair.
Still, I rallied on without a worry or care.
I whooped and whistled as loudly as a lark.
This flight beats last year’s trudge round Central Park!
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