THE ROAD

THE ROAD

The road was narrow and hilly,
Just right for Billy and Milly.
Without other kids in their way,
It was a wonderful place to play.
They ran up to the top,
Trying hard not to stop.
Then they rolled themselves down,
Going into the town.

No one could pass,
Not the smallest lass.
“Get out of the way!”
People would say.
Away they would rush,
Falling into the brush.
They looked silly,
Thought Billy and Milly.

At the bottom of the hill,
Waiting at the flour mill,
Was an angry crowd.
Shouts were getting loud.
“You could have been hurt!”
“You’re covered with dirt!”
The children’s parents said.
And the lass had hurt her head.

“You’re banned from the road,
If you don’t have a load.”
The mayor told Billy and Milly.
“People can’t use it willy nilly.”
The leaders made signs,
All threatening fines,
To any who roll down the hill
And the parents were given a bill

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