In the city, a motor race did take place,
Rich and poor bikers, in a thrilling race.
The rich had their engines modified with care, While the poor relied on their skills to fare.
The race began with a thunderous roar, As they sped down the track, wanting more.
The rich, with their powerful engines, led the way, But the poor, with determination, aimed to sway.
As they raced on, the poor faced a dilemma, Flying off the track, causing a dilemma.
The rich, too, faced a moment of dread, Hitting a wall, their hopes nearly dead.
In the end, it was the poor who showed grace, Acknowledging the rich’s hard-earned place.
Together, they lifted the cup with pride, In a race where sportsmanship did reside.
So remember, in every race and every game, It’s not just about winning, but playing with aim.
