An interesting poem about people who can't ride bicycles.

1. I can't ride a bike, I can only wrestle, and I'm stupid when I see the wheels. 2. Healthy bike, I can't drive, I can only pedal. 3. The wheels are turning heavily, and I stumble and pursue zero accidents, so I won't show my face again. Holding the steering wheel, walking on thin ice, I can't ride a bike, and it's glorious to be tanned. It's easier to get on the bus, but harder to get off. Being unable to ride a bike has become a laughing stock. (Note: All the above are funny poems generated by machines. If there are similarities, it is purely coincidental. )