Boys On Skates

Boys on skates,
Falling round the soft ices
Bearing on heads dirty flakes
Homeworks and stress in their eyes.


One busy jogging balls up the wind
one riding his old skateboard free
Another pushing hard from behind
His voice as catholic bell hung down a tree.


switch n duck！switch n duck！paul！
To the uphill,side of the slope
Come on boy,roll with the fall！
Gonna catch you wima-lope.