To raise the tone of this web page we offer these poems composed by Bobby Jones.

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There once was a racer named Sam
Who was known as a bit of a ham.
He pushed the front end
In a very fast bend
And the bike (and himself) went ka-blam!



There once was a team called the Army,
Whose members were all somewhat barmey.
The first crasher was Jim,
Then Sam followed him;
Thought John, "The next crash will harm me"




There was a young racer I know,
Who really could make his bike go.
Then he went in too fast,
And fell on his ass,
And said "Really, I'd rather be slow".




Young Sam had incredible needs
For riding his bike at great speeds.
He chucked it away,
into tall uncut hay,
And lay on his back in the weeds.