The Lonely Skate Park

It was Christmas Eve and the park was dead.
No whizzing of wheels, no bump on the head.
The stunts and the tricks all belong in the past.
The boards that are slick and the bikes that are fast.

Where have they gone, all the skateboarding kids?
Oiling their wheels and polishing their lids.
They're dreaming of trousers that cover their bums,
And thinking of Christmas. They're helping their mums.