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Eat my dust!
Mary Sue would ride her bike
to nowhere in particular.
She zoomed up and down concrete streets
so smooth and perpendicular.
Mary Sue's little brother, Billy,
rode a clunky old tricycle.
He was always riding in her dust;
he wasn't as fast with the pedals.
One day as Billy found himself
once again behind his speedy sister,
he figured out a brilliant way
to get the tricycle to pass her...
|Billy greased the tricycle
and polished the old joints.
He went to an old junk shop
and bought some bits and pieces.
Then he made a little engine
That boosted like a rocket.
The next day he rode it
and it went very fast.
When he rode with his sister,
He sped in front.
But he lost his control
and started going too fast
|He flew down the street
at a very fast speed,
zooming through cars he did meet
as they honked their horns back and forth.
Down through a dirty alley
little Billy did go,
With big dogs chomping fiercely
How f-a-s-t he did go!
Out of the alley,
and onto the street,
The big dogs were gone
With much more to meet.
A grocery boy dodged his wheel,
he was speeding fast
by a bus load of people
all wondering how long will this last.
The Mayor heard of Billy
and his rocket tricycle
Causing mischief all through the city
Mr. Mayor hollered STOP!
|The mayor said,
"Why are you speeding around this place?
Stop the rocket now,
or I'll make you keep your place!"
"But," Billy cried, "I cant stop!"
Then the rocket tricycle sped past the cop
who was, indeed, the street patrol.
"Hey!" he shouts, "You didn't pay the toll!
Meanwhile, Mary Sue heard
her brother's cry of help,
and then he passed her by
with a YELP!
"I'll help you!" cried she and my-oh-me
how fast she pedaled down the street;
Catching up with our Billy Boy
just as fast as his rockets!
|Reaching into her pocket,
Mary Sue got a rope.
When only then did she try to stop him,
Before he reached the hilly slope.
"Billy, Billy, hold on,"
Mary Sue cried repeatedly.
She quickly made a lasso
That she tied to her seat.
"Billy, Billy hold on!"
With the skills she learned from camp,
Mary Sue aimed at Billy's bike
With the might of a street lamp.
|She finally got him
She hugged him tight
and fixed his bike.
And she said to her brother,
"I'll teach you how to ride a bike fast without using any tools.
You'll ride as fast as me soon!"