The car jumped over the hump on the way to the dump.

Up and down my body thumped,

giving me a plump bump on my rump.


"Clink, clunk,"

went the junk in the trunk,

bouncing around like a spunky chipmunk.


I looked high and low out the window.

The garbage was starting to overflow

like the lava of an erupting volcano.


The car came to a stop

right on top

of some gooey slop.


In a flash, Dad grabbed the stash of trash.

He tossed it away, then it smashed and crashed,

And out splashed the rotten succotash.


I stepped out onto my heel

and slipped on a banana peel

that lay near the rear wheel of the automobile.


After I fell,

I noticed a smell

that anyone's nose would want to repel.


I looked down at my feet

and saw some stinky old meat

not even a dog would eat for a treat.


Then, from the corner of my eye,

I spied something nearby

that once I wanted my dad to buy.


It was a bright blue bike,

but both tires alike

were flattened from the strike of a spike.


Dad by my side,

saw my eyes open wide

gazing at the bike that I wanted to ride.


"With a few spews of air,"

Dad said, "I do declare

it would be an easy repair."


I looked past the bike's handlebar

and saw the trunk of the car

was already ajar.


Dad tossed the bike inside

and made sure the trunk was tied

for the long and bumpy car ride.


On the way home from the dump

the car jumped over the hump,

and I thumped up and down on my plump rump.


Just like the junk in the trunk,

the bike did a "clink, clunk,"

and bounced around like a spunky chipmunk.


As Dad drove home,

I dreamt of the places I'd roam

with the sun beaming off my bike's sparkling chrome.

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