Run Around the Room
With sweets and sugar in my gut,
I run around the room.
Mom shouts, “Slow down, you speedy nut!”
And I reply with, “ZOOM!”
I soar with style! I glide with grace!
I’m whooshing like a jet!
I feel like I could sail to space
and past the moon, I bet!
I sprint! I spring! I buzz! I bop!
I zip! I dart! I dash!
Then shudder to the sudden stop
of shocking sugar crash.