BIKING, TRIKING AND HIKING

I can no longer balance on a bike,

That's why I bought myself a trike,

But, the trike was too small,

Or, I'm just too tall,

To stop knees in my face I must hike. 

PUDDING ON THE BASKET

Rich had pudding on his basket,

He did not know how it got there,

It tasted like tapioca,

With a trace of pear,

Rich had pudding on his bicycle,

He did not know how it got there,

It had features of a squishy Smores,

Except it had some hair.