Steel bikes began, to move lucky man, across the planet more able.
Aluminum came, and caused some to blame, the beer can, thicker, gone mobile.

And then came the rosin, with fibers impregnate, as light as a frame made of paper.
With wheels soon to follow, and progress to swallow, and headsets made in a taper.

The curmudgeons did gather, in pious old lather, to bemoan the advancement of time.
With stubborn chagrin, they, reluctant, gave in, and drowned all their sorrows with wine.

Trolls danced about, with carbon, without, to relish said downfall with peeps.
We sent them back home, to their ma's basement, alone, to go back to a life being creeps.