I do the jump,

Down I go,

It is the third time,

I feel like I’m in the flow.

This time is different,

I jump to the right,

This is not desired,

This is not how the flight,

Is supposed to go,

I accidentally touch the brake,

And then it looks bizarre,

But it is not fake.

As I high side,

Into the water,

Which makes a splash,

And then my shin and knee,

Gets nice and smashed,

By the stones,

At the bottom of the creek,

This in turn makes,

Me weak.

I must look like such a geek,

Or maybe a freak,

And also the water reeks.

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