The Race Is On. Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

The Race is on.
When I was a kid we resided in a big house.
My family continued to be in a hurry.
One day I was going down the hallway. Towards my room.
When all of a sudden my sister came with a charging.
She was running like a jack rabbit.
She yelled out of my way.
I made a dash to the door.As I heard footsteps coming behind.
So the race was on. Down the hall to the door.
I made it and closed it behind.
She yelled hurry up. I yelled I just have to pee