Two's a pair and three's
A crowd, but one's just lonely.
We're a two-plus-one.
You always see bikes,
Not tricycles anymore.
(Efficient peddling…)
One wheel: a spare part
Only welcomed when others
Go flat. I hate this.
Once the pair’s restored,
The spare is pushed off behind,
Left sitting alone.
The view is better
When traveling in tandem,
But I can’t force myself in.
The road may be rough;
I might lose my balance but
I’ll just roll solo.
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