Rock Skate
Rock Skate 12 Lines
It was a cool night in october, attending the party of my foster brother,
At a place where the mother,
Of all roller rinks got to be,
Right smack in the hood for all to see,
But in this place I saw art as ive never seen it before,
Skaters with skills galore,
I wish I had those skills as they glided across and away,
They all moved with such grace and sway,
And good music made me only want to go out and rock more,
Get out and show moves I never had before,
But when I danced and tried to rick, I fell with a emphatic clunk,
Thats what I get for trying to get crunk!
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