A sort of happy medium
I think I’ve found in biking:
It relieves the auto’s tedium
Without the strain of hiking.
But I’d relinquish my two-wheeled treasure,
Nor miss its lustrous sheen,
Could I trade the darned thing (with pleasure)
For some tires* and gasoline!
*If you think this refers to bicycle tires, kindly help
yourself to another guess.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 10, 1943
