“Choose and pick, which ever you may fancy, there is really nothing too glamours, simply a bike with two wheels to ride!” Gun Roswell
The black big thing, on the street corner there
You cannot help, but stand and stare
It is massive compared to any kind of bi wheeled moped
Are you even sure, this, thing, can be called a scooter?
“Bicycles and mopeds forever” Gun Roswell
Moped!
I am a biped
Driving my moped
On the street side
Nobody can stop me
Watch me ride
I am driving very far
Watching out for cars
Don’t want any scars
My moped and I
This trip is just fine
Me and my moped
We are together roped
Will not let
Anyone else
Ride on my tiny bike
Some say scooter
I say looser
This is a motor vehicle
Two wheels
Hoping, no on will steel
Having fun
Until day is done
Bike to shed
I go to bed
Until the next day has set
“The red bike looks so cool and it has a motor in it too! So as long as you’ve got gas, the ride can last! Better get going and have a blast!” Gun Roswell
Scooting in the streets
Bright red colour flashing in the busy streets, as that is all you see, a blur of colour when the rider takes this bike, this two wheeled ride for a spin, with a huge fat grin plastered onto their face and it as long there stays, as the ride on this scooty scoot bike lasts and it is most certainly a blast for both rider and those standing on the corners cheering the slow going mobile on.
“Just pick and choose, which ever you may fancy!” Gun Roswell
Scooter on the sidewalk
The black and totally big thing, in that street corner, way over there
You really cannot help, but completely stop to stand and stare
It is so massive compared, to any previously seen bi-wheeled moped
Can you even be sure, that this, thing, can be called, a scooter?
If you are unsure, why don’t you just hop on and try it out and some time on it spend
You may end up liking it so much, you need to buy one for yourself in the end
“Hope on the scooter and let’s roll!” Gun Roswell
Together we roll
In this tiny little scooter
The two of us together
Facing the wide world
Where ever we are hurled
We are always together
Bound by an invisible tether
Rolling along the river
Even in stormy weather
But just for today
Let’s keep on a light play
Take the two-seater on a spin
And then get back for din-din
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
