This blog post takes the form of a poem
Your feet, they're Longfellows
Alas, ye hardly know 'em
Yada yada, the punster bellows.

Since the invention of the bike
Most often they have just two wheels
In old grainy photos and suxh, like
Black and white film reels.

Yet ever since the wheel's idea was found
Some vehicles had more
Round things, spinning round
Consider the carriages with wheels of four.

Remember rickshaws from Far East
Think specifically of China
For pulling people and loads by beast
The three-wheeler couldn't be finah.

When you were just a wee lad or lass
You too perhaps pedaled on wheels three
While you sat smiling upon your ass
For there's nothing better than a tricycle, see?

As I've aged, and have cycled many miles
I've wearied of staying upright on wheels two
So to bring back those youthful smiles
I'll get a tricycle, that's just what I'll do.

As all the adulation was going to my head
I've found a new moniker methinks I likes
So, from now on, A Dude Abikes is dead
Call me not Ismael, but rather A Dude Atrikes!