The Great Bike Race

The Great Bike Race has begun,

And still echoes the starting gun.

Everyone in the race wants speed,

But they know not what they need.

That is why they're all so bitter,

And why his smile is that of a winner.

While they're focusing on their balance,

He pedals to the rhythm in jubilance.

He overtakes them with such ease,

With the rusty bike they used to tease.

Frozen upon their bikes of shiny gold,

They were soon taught a lesson by the old.

The bike is not your chauffeur... your driver,

It only works in tandem with its rider.

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Thank you,

SMC.