Prepare to be underwhelmed by poetry.
Summer (a bad rhyming poem in cinquain form)
First Bike ride.
Training wheels aside.
After gravity momentarily obeys,
Physics is overcome by huge hoorays.
New Slip 'n' Slide.
A mother to demonstrate.
Memory of fun in youth and reality in adulthood collide.
Dignity and pride eliminate,
As laughter and hilarity escalate.
(Grownups aren't meant to Slip or Slide. Take my word for it. Don't make me show you video)