Flying
There's no point a-running,
When you can fly.
Or shall I say,
Gleefully glide?
All you have to do is jump of a slide,
Or even the edge,
of a very high ledge.
Then you'll be in the air,
And you could feel your hair,
Flying through the breeze.
Don't go too high,
Or you'll freeze,
To zero degrees!
Don't forget to say,
Thank-you and please,
To the police.
They gave you this potion,
That was like a lotion.
It made you fly,
But you will regret this option.
Do not cry...