Me and My Bike: a story written by Grandma

If you go to the circus To see a noisy show, There's bound to be a cyclist Who rides one wheel, you know.
	And if you stay there long enough You will see a clown or two Riding bikes most daringly, To show what they can do.
I went once to a cycling race And saw something quite new. The winner had an extra wheel! But the rules said "Bikes have two!"
	My Grandpa's Dad, when just a lad, Rode a penny-farthing bike. A bumpy thing with not much spring, Which I'm sure I would not like.
Bikes can be most useful As well as being fun. Some people fix a trailer And carry half a ton.
	A bike can have a motor To drive along the road, But if you are short of exercise You'll get as fat as Mister Toad.   If you go to the waterside And pay a dollar or quarter, You can ride a noisy motor bike That goes upon the water.

Now my bike is a special bike, On that we'll all agree. It may not suit my classmates But it certainly suits me.   It gives me lots of exercise, It takes me to nice places. I always ride sedately And I never join in races.	I know when to relax