Moto-X Poem by Gill Moore

Forty riders on the line
watch the gate for starting time
engines running, goggles down
to win the race achieve the crown
throttle open, gate drops down
hole shot! yes and then around
the first bend first then on his way
the master of his craft today
around the corners, making berms
over jumps and twists and turns
with other riders on his tail
past the crowds he quickly sails
fourteen laps, one lap to go
the chequered flag is out and so
he races on towards the line
people cheering that was fine
what a win you had today
a champion in every way