I'm petite and small, my feet don't really reach the ground,
Rescued by high heels, with them my balance was found,
A beautiful shade of cherry,
My scooter was my personal ferry,
I started my ride and I sat upright,
While the sun was shining happy and bright.
The road was freshly done,
But I was spoilt and stubborn,
I started riding over the wet tar,
All I wanted was to go wide and far.
I was not of legal age,
Was not equipped to fully gauge,
The extent of damage that I was about to do,
When I let hitchhike a passenger or two.
One of them was charming and chivalrous too,
But as now I know he was too good to be true,
Whatever monies I had, he managed to loot,
His intent didn't match his perfectly shiny boot.
Then I struggled uphill when i met a kind soul,
This person indeed had a rather important role,
He lent me his possessions and restored my faith,
That kind people exist, that not everyone's looking for bait,
I'd just started being at ease with such good company,
But suddenly was left alone, It was no longer sunny.
My romantic notions changed,
I threw away the rosy glasses,
My hands began to shake,
Now the lush fields resembled trashes,
The roads were becoming rough,
But I kept on driving forward,
My heart was becoming tough,
And I was forever altered.
All I did was that I offered them a ride,
Yet they took away my pieces and my pride,
I'd become so reckless, I broke the signal twice,
I don't really care, I'll be happy to pay the price,
I did pay it, when I was run over on a bridge,
My cherry red scooter was found in a nearby ditch.
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